'Oh, quite so, quite so.'
'It is not the strikers themselves who are causing the trouble. There is some organization at work behind them. Arms and explosives have been pouring in, and we have made a haul of certain documents which throw a good deal of light on the methods adopted to import them. There is a regular code. Potatoes mean 'detonators,' cauliflower, 'rifles,' other vegetables stand for various explosives.'
'That's very interesting,' I commented.
'More than that, Sir Eustace, we have every reason to believe that the man who runs the whole show, the directing genius of the affair, is at this minute in Johannesburg .'
He stared at me so hard that I began to fear that he suspected me of being the man. I broke out in a cold perspiration at the thought, and began to regret that I had ever conceived the idea of inspecting a miniature revolution at first hand.
'No trains are running from Jo'burg to Pretoria ,' he continued. 'But I can arrange to send you over by private car. In case you should be stopped on the way, I can provide you with two separate passes, one issued by the Union Government, and the other stating that you are an English visitor who has nothing whatsoever to do with the Union .'
'One for your people, and one for the strikers, eh?'
'Exactly.'
The project did not appeal to me –1 know what happens in a case of that kind. You get flustered and mix the things up. I should hand the wrong pass to the wrong person, and it would end in my being summarily shot by a blood-thirsty rebel, or one of the supporters of law and order whom I notice guarding the streets wearing bowler hats and smoking pipes, with rifles tucked carelessly under their arms. Besides, what should I do with myself in Pretoria ? Admire the architecture of the Union buildings, and listen to the echoes of the shooting round Johannesburg ? I should be penned up there God knows how long. They've blown up the railway line already, I hear. It isn't even as if one could get a drink there. They put the place under martial law two days ago.
'My dear fellow,' I said, 'you don't seem to realize that I'm studying conditions on the Rand . How the devil am I going to study them from Pretoria ? I appreciate your care for my safety, but don't you worry about me. I shall be all right.'
'I warn you, Sir Eustace, that the food question is already serious.'
'A little fasting will improve my figure,' I said, with a sigh.
We were interrupted by a telegram being handed to me. I read it with amazement:
'Anne is safe. Here with me at Kimberley . Suzanne Blair.'
I don't think I ever really believed in the annihilation of Anne. There is something peculiarly indestructible about that young woman — she is like the patent balls that one gives to terriers. She has an extraordinary knack of turning up smiling. I still don't see why it was necessary for her to walk out of the hotel in the middle of the night in order to get to Kimberley . There was no train, anyway. She must have put on a pair of angel's wings and flown there. And I don't suppose she will ever explain. Nobody does — to me. I always have to guess. It becomes monotonous after a while. The exigencies of journalism are at the bottom of it, I suppose. 'How I shot the rapids,' by our Special Correspondent.
I refolded the telegram and got rid of my Government friend. I don't like the prospect of being hungry, but I'm not alarmed for my personal safety. Smuts is perfectly capable of dealing with the revolution. But I would give a considerable sum of money for a drink! I wonder if Pagett will have the sense to bring a bottle of whisky with him when he arrives tomorrow?
I put on my hat and went out, intending to buy a few souvenirs. The curio-shops in Jo'burg are rather pleasant. I was just studying a window full of imposing karosses, when a man coming out of the shop cannoned into me. To my surprise it turned out to be Race.
I can't flatter myself that he looked pleased to see me. As a matter of fact, he looked distinctly annoyed, but I insisted on his accompanying me back to the hotel. I get tired of having no one but Miss Pettigrew to talk to.
'I had no idea you were in Jo'burg,' I said chattily. 'When did you arrive?'
'Last night.'
'Where are you staying?'
'With friends.'
He was disposed to be extraordinarily taciturn, and seemed to be embarrassed by my questions.
'I hope they keep poultry,' I remarked. A diet of new-laid eggs, and the occasional slaughtering of an old cock, will be decidedly agreeable soon, from all I hear.'
'By the way,' I said, when we were back in the hotel, 'have you heard that Miss Beddingfield is alive and kicking?'
He nodded.
'She gave us quite a fright,' I said airily. 'Where the devil did she go to that night, that's what I'd like to know.'
'She was on the island all the time.'
'Which island? Not the one with the young man on it?'
'Yes.'
'How very improper,' I said. 'Pagett will be quite shocked. He always did disapprove of Anne Beddingfield. I suppose that was the young man she originally intended to meet in Durban ?'
'I don't think so.'
'Don't tell me anything you don't want to,' I said, by way of encouraging him.
'I fancy that this is a young man we should all be very glad to lay our hands on.'
'Not –?' I cried, in rising excitement. He nodded.
'Harry Rayburn, alias Harry Lucas — that's his real name, you know. He's given us all the slip once more, but we're bound to rope him in soon.'
'Dear me, dear me,' I murmured.
'We don't suspect the girl of complicity in any case. On her side it's — just a love-affair.'
I always did think Race was in love with Anne. The way he said those last few words made me feel sure of it.
'She's gone to Beira ,' he continued rather hastily. 'Indeed,' I said, staring. 'How do you know?'
'She wrote to me from Bulawayo , telling me she was going home that way. The best thing she can do, poor child.'
'Somehow, I don't fancy she is in Beira ,' I said meditatively. 'She was just starting when she wrote.'
I was puzzled. Somebody was clearly lying. Without stopping to reflect that Anne might have excellent reasons for her misleading statements, I gave myself up to the pleasure of scoring off Race. He is always so cocksure. I took the telegram from my pocket and handed it to him.
'Then how do you explain this?' I asked nonchalantly.
He seemed dumbfounded.
'She said she was just starting for Beira ,' he said, in a dazed voice.
I know that Race is supposed to be clever. He is, in my opinion, a rather stupid man. It never seemed to occur to him that girls do not always tell the truth.
' Kimberley too. What are they doing there?' he muttered.
'Yes, that surprised me. I should have thought Miss Anne would have been in the thick of it here, gathering copy for the Daily Budget'
' Kimberley ,' he said again. The place seemed to upset him. 'There's nothing to see there — the pits aren't being worked.'
'You know what women are,' I said vaguely.
He shook his head and went off. I have evidently given him something to think about.
No sooner had he departed than my Government official reappeared.
'I hope you will forgive me for troubling you again, Sir Eustace,' he apologized. 'But there are one or two questions I should like to ask you.'
'Certainly, my dear fellow,' I said cheerfully. 'Ask away.'
'It concerns your secretary –'
'I know nothing about him,' I said hastily. 'He foisted himself upon me in London , robbed me of valuable
