He relaxed into his favourite position, lounging against the table, his hands deep in his pockets.
"I want a word with you about Hunt-Goring," he said.
She looked up startled.

"What about him ?" "He was here to-day, wasn't he ?" proceeded Max.
"Yes.

He came to see Violet." Max grunted.

"I suppose you know his little game ?" Olga's eyes widened.

"No, I don't.