As yet I have done nothing except form a
very uncomfortable third at a luncheon and tea party, and listen
to a good deal of enigmatic conversation between you and the
charming Lady Carey. This evening I made sure that I should be
enlightened. But no! You have given me a wonderful dinner--from
you I expected it. We have eaten terrapin, canvas-back duck, and
many other things the names of which alone were known to me. But
of the reason for which you have summoned me here--I know nothing.
Not one word have you spoken. I am beginning to fear from your
avoidance of the subject that there is some trouble between you and
Lucille. I beg that you will set my anxiety at rest."
Mr. Sabin nodded.
"It is reasonable," he said. "Look here!"
He turned the menu card round. On the back he had sketched some
sort of a device with the pencil which he had picked up, and which
instead of black-lead contained a peculiar shade of yellow crayon.
Felix sat as though turned to stone.
"Try," Mr. Sabin said smoothly, "and avoid that air of tragedy.
Some of these good people might be curious."
Felix leaned across the table. He pointed to the
menu card.
"What does that mean?" he muttered.
Mr. Sabin contemplated it himself thoughtfully. "Well," he said,
"I rather thought that you might be able to explain that to me.
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