The young fellow was smiling now and his eyes roved round the room and lighted upon the big silver cigarette-case on the table. “And there’s the cigarette-case that you won at the bridge tournament with your initials on it. Don’t you remember losing it, sir, and I found it for you, by the swimming pool?” He rubbed his hands together pleasurably. “I was so glad you got away all right.”
For the moment Hardacre was quite incapable of speech, and moistened over his dry lips with his tongue. He was in a terrible predicament. Of course, he remembered the boy, and he realized the hopelessness of denying it. Harold Smith had been one of the under-stewards at the club, one of the most obliging, and well-liked by everyone, though his one great failing had been that he always wanted to talk to the m
