All the same, I am very pleased to see you, and since you have been waiting, I thought I had better have you come up, if it were only for a moment.

No one who has a great cause at their backs, you know, can afford to disregard the Press." The man laid his hat upon the table.

Maraton, glancing across the room at him, was instantly conscious that this newcomer was no ordinary person.

He had a strong, intellectual forehead, a well-shaped mouth.
His voice, when he spoke, was pleasant, although his accent was peculiar--almost foreign.
"Mr.Maraton," his visitor began, "I thank you very much for your courtesy, but I have nothing to do with the Press.

My name is Beldeman.
I have come to Manchester especially to see you." Maraton nodded.
"We are strangers, I believe ?" he asked.
"Strangers personally.