"Going out for a walk, Mr. Ogle? Well, that's a good idea. I believe I'll just"
"I believe you'll not," Mrs. Tinker said. "Who were the gentlemen that invited you to dine with them?"
"Why, Honey, I explained all that in my note to you. I told you"
"I know what you told me," she said. "Were they the same gentlemen that sent you a note when you were up on the roof?"
"Well—practically," he said. "Practically the same."
"And then you went walking with them, didn't you? You took a walk with them through these Arab streets around here, didn't you?"
"Around here?" he repeated, and, still retaining Ogle's arm with a firm right hand, he used his left to pass a handkerchief over his brow. Then he said reflectively: "Around here," and appeared to deliberate geographically. "It would seem so," he answered. "It was in this neighbourhood—practically."
"Who were the gentlemen? What were their names?"
