Ian kept his gold-brown eyes upon him.

"Tell me what you have heard from Black Hill." "I was there late in May.

Mr.Touris learned at that time that you had quitted France." "May I ask how he learned it ?" "The laird of Glenfernie, who had been in the Low Countries, told him.
Apparently Glenfernie had acquaintances, agents, who traced it out for him that you had sailed from Dunkirk for Beauly Firth, under the name of Robert Bonshaw." "_So he was there, pacing the beach_," thought Ian.

He lifted his glass and drank Mr.Wotherspoon's very good wine.

That gentleman went on.
"It was surmised at Black Hill that you were helping on the event--the great event, perhaps--that has occurred.