He had already perfected it by correspondence with Mrs. Renwick.
At the mention of his name, Renwick drew back in growing wonder.
The wives of Renwick and Davis, poor souls, had gone home long ago.
Renwick produced money, the sight of which brought about an amazing activity on the part of the garage man.
Renwick staggered to the window over the courtyard, Marishka's hand in his, and peered out.
