"Going back on _him_? Poor Binky, he was so good and dear--except for that. You never saw anything so cute. Up to all sorts of monkey-shines and beautiful surprises. And then"--she smiled with a tender irony--"he gave us _this_ surprise." From her face you could not have gathered how far from beautiful his last had been. "I was going to see that boy through if I had to go with him alone. I said to myself there are always people around who'll think things, whatever you do, but it doesn't matter what people who don't matter think. And then--Mr. Tarbuck wouldn't let me go alone. He said I'd have to have a man with me. A strong man. He'd known me--never mind how long--so it was all right. I don't know what I'd have done without Mr. Tarbuck." She paused on him. "That man, whom you don't think fit for me to have around, is--well--he's the finest man I've ever known or want to know. He does the dearest things." She paused again, remembering them. And Thesiger, though her admiration of Tarbuck was obscurely hateful to him, owned that, fine as she was, she was at her finest as she praised him. "Why," she went on, "just because Binky couldn't afford a good room he gave him his. He said the view of the sea would set him up better than anything, and the garage was all the view _he_ wanted, because he's just crazy on motors. And he's been like that all through. Never thought of himself once." "Oh, didn't he?" said Thesiger. "Not once. Do you know, Mr. Tarbuck is a very big man. He runs one of the biggest businesses in the States; and at twenty-four hours' notice he left his big business to take care of itself, and came right away on this trip to take care of me." "Is he taking care of you now?" "What do you mean?" "Well--if he can leave you--here----?" "Why, he's here somewhere, looking for Mr. Bingham-Booker. He's routing about in those queer saloons and places." "And you?" "I'm keeping my eye on the Casino. It's my fault he got away. You can't always tell when it's best to give him his head and when it isn't. I ought to have let him have that whiskey and soda. Do you see either of them?" He looked round. "I think," he said, "I see Mr. Tarbuck." She followed his gaze. Not five yards from them, planted on the pavement as if he grew there, was Mr. Tarbuck. His large back was turned to them with an expression at once ostentatious and discreet. Thesiger had the idea that it had been there for some considerable time, probably ever since his own appearance. Mr. Tarbuck's back said plainly that, though Mr. Tarbuck neither looked nor listened, that he would scorn the action, yet he was there, at his friend's service if she wanted him. "I'm afraid," said Roma Lennox, "he hasn't found him." "He doesn't seem to be looking." (He didn't.) "Oh, I fancy," said she, "he's just squinting round." "Can I do anything?" "Why, yes, you could sit here and watch the Casino while I go and speak to Mr. Tarbuck."