"On the whole, I don't think so, but my judgment mayn't be sound and my employer, Scott, does not agree.

Anyway, I'll help you all I can." For a moment or two Agatha studied him.

His face was brown and rather thin and had a hint of quiet force; his easy pose was graceful but virile.

Somehow he did not clash with the austerity of the woods; nor did the other men, who now sat, smoking, round the larger fire.

Agatha liked their quietness, their slow, drawling speech and tranquil movements.