Chapter 1A MIDNIGHT SUMMONS"When did you last hear from Nayland Smith?" asked my visitor.
I paused, my hand on the syphon, reflecting for a moment.
"Two months ago," I said; "he\'s a poor correspondent and rathersoured, I fancy.""What—a woman or something?""Some affair of that sort. He\'s such a reticent beggar, I really knowvery little about it."
I paused, my hand on the syphon, reflecting for a moment.
"Two months ago," I said; "he\'s a poor correspondent and rathersoured, I fancy.""What—a woman or something?""Some affair of that sort. He\'s such a reticent beggar, I really knowvery little about it."