CHAPTER XIXThey sat round the card-table safe in the armour of their laconic courtesy. Jean felt as if she had the consistency of a jellyfish in the company of hard-shelled crabs. She wondered if they were aware of her exposure and of their own crustacean immunity? The cards relieved them from the effort of conversation until Belk came in with the coffee. Belk usually managed his entrances and exits with the expert ease of a successful materialization at a séance, but on this particular occasion he allowed himself to stand rather solidly in front of Reggie, fixing him with his steady inexpressive eyes.
Reggie, who knew what was due to a good servant, looked up, when he had finished dealing, and said, 'Yes, Belk, what is it?'
'The convict on the moor has been found, Sir Reginald,' said Be
