'Nothing,' I said. 'Go on.'
'I waited outside for ages — but they didn't come out. At last I went in, Sir Eustace, there was no one in the shop! There must be another way out.'
I stared at him.
'As I was saying, I came back to the hotel and made some inquiries about Miss Pettigrew.' Pagett lowered his voice and breathed hard as he always does when he wants to be confidential. 'Sir Eustace, a man was seen coming out of her room last night.'
I raised my eyebrows.
'And I always regarded her as a lady of such eminent respectability,' I murmured.
Pagett went on without heeding.
'I went straight up and searched her room. What do you think I found?'
I shook my head.
'This!'
Pagett held up a safety razor and a stick of shaving soap.
'What would a woman want with these?'
I don't suppose Pagett ever reads the advertisements in the high-class ladies' papers. I do. Whilst not proposing to argue with him on the subject, I refused to accept the presence of the razor as proof positive of Miss Pettigrew's sex. Pagett is so hopelessly behind the times. I should not have been at all surprised if he had produced a cigarette-case to support his theory. However, even Pagett has his limits.
'You're not convinced, Sir Eustace. What do you say to this?' I inspected the article which he dangled aloft triumphantly. 'It looks like hair,' I remarked distastefully. 'It is hair. I think it's what they call a toupee.'
'Indeed,' I commented.
'Now are you convinced that that Pettigrew woman is a man in disguise?'
'Really, my dear Pagett, I think I am. I might have known it by her feet.'
'Then that's that. And now, Sir Eustace, I want to speak to you about my private affairs. I cannot doubt, from your hints and your continual allusions to the time I was in Florence , that you have found me out.'
At last the mystery of what Pagett did in Florence is going to be revealed!
'Make a clean breast of it, my dear fellow,' I said kindly. 'Much the best way.'
'Thank you, Sir Eustace.'
'Is it her husband? Annoying fellows, husbands. Always turning up when they're least expected.'
'I fail to follow you, Sir Eustace. Whose husband?'
'The lady's husband.'
'What lady?'
'God bless my soul, Pagett, the lady you met in Florence . There must have been a lady. Don't tell me that you merely robbed a church or stabbed an Italian in the back because you didn't like his face.'
'I am quite at a loss to understand you, Sir Eustace. I suppose you are joking.'
'I am an amusing fellow sometimes, when I take the trouble, but I can assure you that I am not trying to be funny this minute.'
'I hoped that as I was a good way off you had not recognized me, Sir Eustace.'
'Recognized you where?'
'At Marlow, Sir Eustace?'
'At Marlow? What the devil were you doing at Marlow?'
'I thought you understood that –'
'I'm beginning to understand less and less. Go back to the beginning of the story and start again. You went to Florence –'
'Then you don't know after all — and you didn't recognize me!'
'As far as I can judge, you seem to have given yourself away needlessly –made a coward of by your conscience. But I shall be able to tell better when I've heard the whole story. Now, then, take a deep breath and start again. You went to Florence –'
'But I didn't go to Florence . That is just it.'
'Well, where did you go, then?'
'I went home — to Marlow.'
'What the devil did you want to go to Marlow for?'
'I wanted to see my wife. She was in delicate health and expecting –'
'Your wife? But I didn't know you were married!'
'No, Sir Eustace, that is just what I am telling you. I deceived you in this matter.'
'How long have you been married?'
'Just over eight years. I had been married just six months when I became your secretary. I did not want to lose the post. A resident secretary is not supposed to have a wife, so I suppressed the fact.'
'You take my breath away,' I remarked. 'Where has she been all these years?'
'We have had a small bungalow on the river at Marlow, quite close to the Mill House, for over five years.'
'God bless my soul,' I muttered. 'Any children?'
'Four children, Sir Eustace.'
I gazed at him in a kind of stupor. I might have known, all along, that a man like Pagett couldn't have a guilty secret. The respectability of Pagett has always been my bane. That's just the kind of secret he would have — a wife and four children.
'Have you told this to anyone else?' I demanded at last, when I had gazed at him in fascinated interest for quite a long while.
'Only Miss Beddingfield. She came to the station at Kimberley .' I continued to stare at him. He fidgeted under my glance. 'I hope, Sir Eustace, that you are not seriously annoyed?'
'My dear fellow,' I said. 'I don't mind telling you here and now that you've blinking well torn it!'
I went out seriously ruffled. As I passed the corner curio-shop, I was assailed by a sudden irresistible temptation and went in. The proprietor came forward obsequiously, rubbing his hands.
'Can I show you something? Furs, curios?'
'I want something quite out of the ordinary,' I said. 'It's for a special occasion. Will you show me what you've got?'
'Perhaps you will come into my back room? We have many specialties there.'
That is where I made a mistake. And I thought I was going to be so clever. I followed him through the swinging portieres.
Chapter 32
(Anne's Narrative Resumed)
I had great trouble with Suzanne. She argued, she pleaded, she even wept before she would let me carry out my plan. But in the end I got my own way. She promised to carry out my instructions to the letter and came down to the station to bid me a tearful farewell.
I arrived at my destination the following morning early. I was met by a short black-bearded Dutchman whom I had never seen before. He had a car waiting and we drove off. There was a queer booming in the distance, and I asked him what it was. 'Guns,' he answered laconically. So there was fighting going on in Jo'burg!
I gathered that our objective was a spot somewhere in the suburbs of the city. We turned and twisted and made several detours to get there, and every minute the guns were nearer. It was an exciting time. At last we stopped before a somewhat ramshackle building. The door was opened by a Kafir boy. My guide signed to me to
