"Mr.Delora comes over to keep friends with his connections here, I suppose." The hall-porter coughed discreetly but mysteriously.
"No doubt, sir," he remarked.
I went on my way to my rooms, not caring to pursue the conversation.
Yet I felt that there was something beneath it all.

Ashley knew or guessed something which he would have told me with very little encouragement.

Over a final cigarette I tried to think the matter out.

Here were these people, remarkable for nothing except the obviously foreign appearance of the man, and the good taste and beauty of the girl.

I had seen them at every fashionable haunt in Paris, and finally at a restaurant which Louis had frankly admitted to be the meeting-place of people whose careers were by no means above suspicion.