"Very quiet—a tall man, perhaps English, but perhaps not."
"Ever buy or sell diamonds with him?"
"Once only. It was the first time. That is how I learned of the half-office to let."
The letter was written, and Dorrington stuffed it carelessly into his pocket. "Mr. Hamer is the name, is it?" he said. "I fancy I have met him somewhere. He is short-sighted, isn't he?"
"Oh yes, he is short-sighted. With pince-nez."
"Not very well lately?"
"No—I think not. He takes medicine in the office. But you will be careful, eh? He must not know."
"Do you think so? Perhaps I may tell him, though."
"Tell him? Ciel—no! You must not tell people! No!"
"Shall I throw the whole case over, and keep your deposit fee?"
"No—no, not that. But it is foolish to tell to people!"
"I am to judge what is foolish and what wise, M. Bouvier. Good evening!"
"Good evening, M. Dorrington; good even-
