Upon the threshold a newcomer was standing, a tall man in correct morning dress, with a short gray beard and a tiny red ribbon in his button-hole.

He stood there smiling slightly--an unobtrusive entrance, such as might have befitted any habitue of the place.

Yet all the time his eyes were travelling restlessly up and down the room.

As he stood there, one could fancy there was not a face into which he did not look during those few minutes..