"Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "Look at that! No wonder we had to wait for Wolfenden!" Mr. Sabin and his niece were occupying the same table as on the previous night, only this time they were not alone. Wolfenden was sitting there between the two. At the moment of their entrance, he and the girl were laughing together. Mr. Sabin, with the air of one wholly detached from his companions, was calmly proceeding with his supper. "I understand now," Harcutt whispered, "what Wolfenden meant this afternoon. When I reminded him about to-night, he laughed and said: 'Well, I shall see you, at any rate.' I thought it was odd at the time. I wonder how he managed it?" Densham made no reply. The two men took their seats in silence. Wolfenden was sitting with his back half-turned to them, and he had not noticed their entrance. In a moment or two, however, he looked round, and seeing them, leaned over towards the girl and apparently asked her something. She nodded, and he immediately left his seat and joined them. There was a little hesitation, almost awkwardness in their greetings. No one knew exactly what to say. "You fellows are rather late, aren't you?" Wolfenden remarked. "We were here punctually enough," Harcutt replied; "but we have been waiting for you nearly a quarter of an hour." "I am sorry," Wolfenden said. "The fact is I ought to have left word when I came in, but I quite forgot it. I took it for granted that you would look into the room when you found that I was behind time." "Well, it isn't of much consequence," Harcutt declared; "we are here now, at any rate, although it seems that after all we are not to have supper together." Wolfenden glanced rapidly over his shoulder. "You understand the position, of course," he said. "I need not ask you to excuse me." Harcutt nodded. "Oh, we'll excuse you, by all means; but on one condition--we want to know all about it. Where can we see you afterwards?" "At my rooms," Wolfenden said, turning away and resuming his seat at the other table.