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Wendover sat up, every nerve alert and quivering. His first impulse was to rush forward to the table over which de Vince had collapsed, but he restrained himself and remained where he was, watching everything from under his knitted eyebrows, and at the same time preserving an attitude of utter ignorance as to the tragedy which had taken place under his eyes.
He was cool and collected again now, and fully conscious of the folly of giving himself away. He felt, rather than knew, that the man with the grey beard and benevolent air, seated at the table fronting the one occupied by de Vince, was none other than Garcia, in an effective disguise. Did Garcia know that Wendover was watching him? Did he know of Wendover's identity, and that he was seated with in a few yards of the man who had betrayed him to the Swiss police?