Perhaps Pachmann was lying—and yet he had not seemed to be lying.
It was a good dinner, but it did not seem to appeal to Pachmann's table-companion.
Pachmann selected a cigar from the tray on the table with great care.
Pachmann sat for a moment longer, his lips curled in a sardonic smile.
Pachmann turned to a leisurely examination of the suit-cases.
Pachmann, white with pain, was nursing a numbed and nerveless hand.
Pachmann, with sudden intentness, scanned the other's garments.
"I shall have you back in the service, nevertheless, one of these days," Pachmann said.
It was only to separate him from her that he had been sent with Pachmann!
The door of the wireless-house opened and Pachmann appeared.