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The Reverend James Ogilvy wandered about the smoking-room of the Grand Hotel, talking golf with one visitor or another, as if he were really what he pretended to be--a kindhearted, amiable, old nuisance, who played golf for the sake of his health, and devoted all the rest of innocent life to the collection of butterflies. He seemed to go almost out of his way to make himself agreeable to Wendover, who deemed it prudent to accept these advances in a friendly spirit. It was not for him to give Garcia the slightest clue that his real identity had been disclosed. So they sat side by side in the smoking-room, as if they had been friends of years' standing.
"Are you really going to-morrow?" Wendover asked.