"
"You believe that something is going to happen here in this
place, or quite close?"
"I am convinced of it," was the calm reply.
Wilmore was silent. For a moment he was troubled with his old
fears as to his friend's condition. A glance, however, at
Francis' set face and equable, watchful air, reassured him.
"We must see the thing through, of course, then," he assented.
"Let us see if we can spot the actors in the coming drama."
CHAPTER IX
It happened that the two men, waiting in the vestibule of the
restaurant for Francis' car to crawl up to the entrance through
the fog which had unexpectedly rolled up, heard the slight
altercation which was afterwards referred to as preceding the
tragedy. The two young people concerned were standing only a few
feet away, the girl pretty, a little peevish, an ordinary type;
her companion, whose boyish features were marred with dissipation,
a very passable example of the young man about town going a little
beyond his tether.
"It's no good standing here, Victor!" the girl exclaimed,
frowning. "The commissionaire's been gone ages already, and
there are two others before us for taxis."
"We can't walk," her escort replied gloomily. "It's a foul
night. Nothing to do but wait, what? Let's go back and have
another drink.
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