At Boodle's we sat down to an excellent dinner, though it was rather
late.
As he sat before me, his elbows on the table and his hands clasped as he
chatted, I looked into his face and wondered what were the inner
workings of his ingenious mind. He made no mention of his call at that
obscure hotel in Lambeth in search of Tibbie, but merely expressed a
fervent hope that the jewellery which she had carried with her when she
left on her midnight motor-drive had not been the cause of any attempt
upon her by malefactors.