with the single-mindedness of a burglar blowing a safe.

“How did he happen to do that?” I asked after a minute.

“He just saw the opportunity.”

“Why isn't he in jail?”

“They can't get him, old sport. He's a smart man.”

I insisted on paying the check. As the waiter brought my change I caught sight of Tom Buchanan across the crowded room.

“Come along with me for a minute,” I said. “I've got to say hello to someone.”

When he saw us Tom jumped up and took half a dozen steps in our direction.

“Where've you been?” he demanded eagerly.