Once more, at the sound of the knock, she looked towards the door eagerly.
Her face fell when Draconmeyer entered.
"Have you heard anything about Henry ?" she asked anxiously.
"He came back a few minutes ago," Draconmeyer replied, "and has gone out again." "Gone out again ?" Draconmeyer nodded.
"I think that he has gone round to the Club.

He is a man of splendid nerve, your husband.

He seemed to treat the whole affair as an excellent joke." "A joke!" she repeated blankly.
"This sort of thing happens so often in Monte Carlo," he observed, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"The hotel people seem all to look upon it as in the day's work." "I wonder if Henry had my note ?" she faltered.
"He was reading one in the hall when I saw him," Draconmeyer told her.
"That would be yours, I should think.

He left a message at the desk which was doubtless meant for you.