I ate my lunch and sipped my wine.
Louis was right.

It was excellent, yet likely enough to be overlooked by the casual visitor, for it was of exceedingly moderate price.
So Tapilow was not likely to die! So much the better, perhaps! The time might have come in my life when the whole of that tragedy lay further back in the shadows, and when the thought that I had killed a man, however much he had deserved it, might chill me.

I understood from Louis' very reticence that I had nothing now to fear from the law.

So far as regards Tapilow himself, I had no fear.

It was not likely that he would ever raise his hand against me.
I dismissed the subject from my thoughts.