It was not until after they had left the arcade and were actually in the street, that Hunterleys gripped his companion's arm.
"Simpson," he declared, "the fates have been kind to us.

Douaille has a fit of the nerves.

He will go no more to the Villa Mimosa.

Seeking about for the safest meeting-place, Grex has given us a chance.

The only one of his servants who belongs to us is commissioned to hire a yacht on which they meet to-night." "A yacht," Mr.Simpson replied, emptily.
"I have a friend," Hunterleys continued, "an American.