was asking him a question. His mind detached itself from the peculiarities of Sir Eustace and his own justification and came to rest on me.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Beddingfeld," he said stiffly, "but I fail to see your concern in the matter."
He was back in the train now, leaning down to speak to me. I felt desperate. What could one do with a man like that?
"Of course, if it's so dreadful that you'd be ashamed to speak of it to me" I began spitefully.
At last I had found the right stop. Pagett stiffened and flushed.
"Dreadful? Ashamed? I don't understand you."
"Then tell me."
In three short sentences he told me. At last I knew Pagett's secret! It was not in the least what I expected.
I walked slowly back to the hotel. There a wire was handed to me. I tore it open. It contained full and definite instructions for me to proceed forthwith to Johannesburg, or rather to a station this side of Johannesburg, where I should be met by a car. It was signed, not Andy, but Harry.
I sat down in a chair to do some very serious thinking.
