I will sit in that easy-chair for a few minutes.

Thanks! Then we will have some breakfast." "I was starting for Feltham this morning," I told him, "when I got your letter." "When did you get back from Paris ?" he asked.
"Three or four days ago," I answered.
He raised his eyebrows.
"I know that I ought to have come at once," I said, "but there were several things in London.

I found it hard to get away." "Well ?" he said.
"I met Tapilow face to face at a little French cafe," I told him.
"They tell me that he will recover, but he is maimed and scarred for life." My brother showed no excitement--scarcely, even, any interest in my information.

His face, however, had darkened.
"I am glad that you did not kill him outright," he said.

"Tell me, are you likely to get into any trouble for this ?" "No!" I assured him.