I had no trouble in shaking him off in Boston, where you probably advised him I should be taking the Montreal express." Chauvenet blinked.

This was precisely what he had told Zmai to expect.

He shifted from one foot to another, and wondered just how he was to escape from Armitage.

He had gone to Storm Springs to be near Shirley Claiborne, and he deeply resented having business thrust upon him.
"He is a wise man who wields the knife himself, Monsieur Chauvenet.

In the taking of poor Count von Stroebel's life so deftly and secretly, you prove my philosophy.