breathlessly for an answer.
'He seems to have disappeared into thin air.'
'How does Sir Eustace take it?'
'Regards it as a personal insult offered him by Fate.'
An opportunity of hearing Sir Eustace's views on the matter presented itself later in the day. We were awakened from a refreshing afternoon nap by a page-boy with a note. In touching terms it requested the pleasure of our company at tea in his sitting-room.
The poor man was indeed in a pitiable state. He poured out his troubles to us, encouraged by Suzanne's sympathetic murmurs. (She does that sort of thing very well.)
'First a perfectly strange woman has the impertinence to get herself murdered in my house — on purpose to annoy me. I do believe. Why my house? Why, of all the houses in Great Britain , choose the Mill House? What harm had I ever done the woman that she must needs get herself murdered there?'
Suzanne made one of her sympathetic noises again and Sir Eustace proceeded, in a still more aggrieved tone:
'And, if that's not enough, the fellow who murdered her has the impudence, the colossal impudence, to attach himself to me as my secretary. My secretary, if you please! I'm tired of secretaries, I won't have any more secretaries. Either they're concealed murderers or else they're drunken brawlers. Have you seen Pagett's black eye? But of course you have. How can I go about with a secretary like that? And his face is such a nasty shade of yellow too — just the colour that doesn't go with a black eye. I've done with secretaries — unless I have a girl. A nice girl, with liquid eyes, who'll hold my hand when I'm feeling cross. What about you, Miss Anne? Will you take on the job?'
'How often shall I have to hold your hand?' I asked, laughing.
'All day long,' replied Sir Eustace gallantly.
'I shan't get much typing done at that rate,' I reminded him.
'That doesn't matter. All this work is Pagett's idea. He works me to death. I'm looking forward to leaving him behind in Cape Town .'
'He is staying behind?'
'Yes, he'll enjoy himself thoroughly sleuthing about after Rayburn. That's the sort of thing that suits Pagett down to the ground. He adores intrigue. But I'm quite serious in my offer. Will you come? Mrs. Blair here is a competent chaperone, and you can have a half-holiday every now and again to dig for bones.'
'Thank you very much, Sir Eustace,' I said cautiously, 'but I think I'm leaving for Durban tonight.'
'Now don't be an obstinate girl. Remember, there are lots of lions in Rhodesia . You'll like lions. All girls do.'
'Will they be practising low jumps?' I asked, laughing. 'No, thank you very much, but I must go to Durban .'
Sir Eustace looked at me, sighed deeply, then opened the door of the adjoining room, and called to Pagett.
'If you've quite finished your afternoon sleep, my dear fellow, perhaps you'd do a little work for a change.'
Guy Pagett appeared in the doorway. He bowed to us both, starting slightly at the sight of me, and replied in a melancholy voice:
'I have been typing that memorandum all this afternoon, Sir Eustace.'
'Well, stop typing it then. Go down to the Trade Commissioner's Office, or the Board of Agriculture, or the Chamber of Mines, or one of these places, and ask them to lend me some kind of a woman to take to Rhodesia . She must have liquid eyes and not object to my holding her hand.'
'Yes, Sir Eustace. I will ask for a competent shorthand-typist.'
'Pagett's a malicious fellow,' said Sir Eustace, after the secretary had departed. 'I'd be prepared to bet that he'll pick out some slab-faced creature on purpose to annoy me. She must have nice feet too –1 forgot to mention that.'
I clutched Suzanne excitedly by the hand and almost dragged her along to her room.
'Now, Suzanne,' I said, 'we've got to make plans — and make them quickly. Pagett is staying behind here — you heard that?'
'Yes. I suppose that means that I shan't be allowed to go to Rhodesia –which is very annoying, because I want to go to Rhodesia . How tiresome.'
'Cheer up,' I said. 'You're going all right. I don't see how you could back out at the last moment without its appearing frightfully suspicious. And, besides, Pagett might suddenly be summoned by Sir Eustace, and it would be far harder for you to attach yourself to him for the journey up.'
'It would hardly be respectable,' said Suzanne, dimpling. 'I should have to develop a fatal passion for him as an excuse.'
'On the other hand, if you were there when he arrived, it would all be perfectly simple and natural. Besides, I don't think we ought to lose sight of the other two entirely.'
'Oh, Anne, you surely can't suspect Colonel Race or Sir Eustace?'
'I suspect everybody,' I said darkly, 'and if you've read any detective stories, Suzanne, you must know that it's always the most unlikely person who's the villain. Lots of criminals have been cheerful fat men like Sir Eustace.'
'Colonel Race isn't particularly fat — or particularly cheerful either.'
'Sometimes they're lean and saturnine,' I retorted. 'I don't say I seriously suspect either of them, but, after all, the woman was murdered in Sir Eustace's house –'
'Yes, yes, we needn't go over all that again. I'll watch him for you, Anne, and if he gets any fatter and any more cheerful, I'll send you a telegram at once. 'Sir E. swelling highly suspicious. Come at once'.'
'Really, Suzanne,' I cried, 'you seem to think all this is a game!'
'I know I do,' said Suzanne, unabashed. 'It seems like that. It's your fault, Anne. I've got imbued with your 'Let's have an adventure' spirit. It doesn't seem a bit real. Dear me, if Clarence knew that I was running about Africa tracking dangerous criminals, he'd have a fit.'
'Why don't you cable him about it?' I asked sarcastically.
Suzanne's sense of humour always fails her when it comes to sending cables. She considered my suggestion in perfectly good faith.
'I might. It would have to be a very long one.' Her eyes brightened at the thought. 'But I think it's better not. Husbands always want to interfere with perfectly harmless amusements.'
'Well,' I said, summing up the situation, 'you will keep an eye on Sir Eustace and Colonel Race –'
'I know why I've got to watch Sir Eustace,' interrupted Suzanne, 'because of his figure and his humorous conversation. But I think it's carrying it rather far to suspect Colonel Race; I do indeed. Why, he's something to do with the Secret Service. Do you know, Anne, I believe the best thing we could do would be to confide in him and tell him the whole story.'
I objected vigorously to this unsporting proposal. I recognized in it the disastrous effects of matrimony. How often have I not heard a perfectly intelligent female say, in the tone of one clinching an argument, 'Edgar says –' And all the time you are perfectly aware that Edgar is a perfect fool. Suzanne, by reason of her married state, was yearning to lean upon some man or other.
However, she promised faithfully that she would not breathe a word to Colonel Race, and we went on with our plan-making.
'It's quite clear that I must stay here and watch Pagett, and this is the best way to do it. I must pretend to leave for Durban this evening, take my luggage down and so on, but really I shall go to some small hotel in the town. I can alter my appearance a little — wear a fair toupee and one of those thick white lace veils, and I shall have a much better chance of seeing what he's really at if he thinks I'm safely out of the way.'
Suzanne approved this plan heartily. We made due and ostentatious preparations, inquiring once more about the departure of the train at the office and packing my luggage.
We dined together in the restaurant. Colonel Race did not appear, but Sir Eustace and Pagett were at their table in the window. Pagett left the table half-way through the meal, which annoyed me, as I had planned to say good-bye to him. However, doubtless Sir Eustace would do as well. I went over to him when I had finished.
