CHAPTER XI

THE FRUIT THAT IS OF GOLD At precisely the hour agreed upon Harcutt and Densham met in one of the ante-rooms leading into the "Milan" restaurant. They surrendered their coats and hats to an attendant, and strolled about waiting for Wolfenden. A quarter of an hour passed. The stream of people from the theatres began to grow thinner. Still, Wolfenden did not come. Harcutt took out his watch. "I propose that we do not wait any longer for Wolfenden," he said. "I saw him this afternoon, and he answered me very oddly whe…