"No," said Burnaby, as he sank into a chair and unfolded his napkin.
Burnaby's eyes drifted past him with a look of quiet speculation in their depths, before he smiled at Mrs. Ennis.
"It was odd enough the way it happened to me, anyhow," said Burnaby.
But then, one imagined that Burnaby on the trail and Burnaby in a town were two entirely different persons.
Miss Burnaby sat on one side of the fireplace, her brother on the other.
