CHAPTER XXXI

"I MAKE NO PROMISE" A single glance from Mr. Sabin into Wolfenden's face was sufficient. Under his breath he swore a small, quiet oath. Wolfenden's appearance was unlooked for, and almost fatal, yet that did not prevent him from greeting his visitor with his usual ineffusive but well bred courtesy. "I am finishing a late breakfast," he remarked. "Can I offer you anything--a glass of claret or Benedictine?" Wolfenden scarcely heard him, and answered altogether at random. He had suddenly become aware that Helene was …