He looked at me a little curiously.

Without doubt he had watched my attempt to speak to Delora.

I drew a half-sovereign from my pocket.
"Tell me," I said, "do you want to earn that ?" He was a German, with a large pasty face and a yellow moustache.

His eyes were small, and they seemed to contract with greed as they looked upon the coin.
"Sir!" he answered, with a bow.
"Who was the Chinese gentleman with the splendid motor-car ?" I asked.
The man spread out his hands.
"Who can tell ?" he said.

"He dined here to-night in a private room." A private room! Well, that was something, at any rate! "You do not know his name or where he comes from ?" I asked.
The man shook his head, glancing nervously towards the interior of the restaurant.
"The other gentleman ?" I asked.
"I do not know his name, sir," the man declared with emphasis.