Karschoff put on his hat.

He looked Nigel in the face.
"Maggie," he began-- Nigel nodded understandingly as he threw open the front door.
"I'll tell you about it to-morrow," he promised, "or rather later on to-day.

She's a little overwrought.

Otherwise--there's nothing." Karschoff turned away with a sigh of relief.
"I am glad," he said.

"Prince Shan is the soul of honour according to his own standard, but these Orientals--one never knows.