An expression of surprise came over Guelvada's face. "But of course!... How can there be any doubt about that?" He leaned forward. "To work with an artist like Guelvada must be fun. Why, goddam it, sometimes I think it's fun myself—very funny! Remember... have the boat ready in an hour. Stand by till I come to you. Au revoir, my friend." He got up. He disappeared through the door at the other end of the bar.
Major Falstead, the Commissioner of Police, found sleep a little difficult sometimes. Very often he wished that he was back at his old job as an assistant magistrate in India. That life he had found more simple, less involved, than the processes which surrounded him at the moment. First of all he was worried about the Gelert murder. Nothing had emerged. Isles had returned to the islan
