WILY MR.

DRACONMEYER They had skirted the wonderful bay and climbed the mountainous hill to the frontier before Violet spoke.

All the time Draconmeyer leaned back by her side, perfectly content.

A man of varied subtleties, he understood and fully appreciated the intrinsic value of silence.

Whilst the Customs officer, however, was making out the deposit note for the car, she turned to him.
"Will you tell me something, Mr.Draconmeyer ?" "Of course!" "It is about my husband," she went on.