“Could you hear anything?” queried Kennedy.
“Not a thing, except that there seems to be something about which the Walcotts do not quite agree.”
I wondered whether Johnson Walcott’s dissatisfaction had been more at finding his wife talking with Paquita than at the romance between Shelby and his own sister. In the café he had seemed to be far from delighted over the affair. Frances, on the other hand, bore every evidence of wishing to promote the match. It was a strange romance that we were watching.
“Was there anything else?” asked Kennedy.
“No,” replied Hastings. “They walked away, still talking earnestly, and I think they have gone to their rooms.”
“Winifred was not about?”
“No. I saw Shelby, finally, though. But he seemed to be preoccupied and didn’t give me a chance to speak to him.”
“Where is he?”
“In the café, I suppose.”
Riley’s approach at that moment served to introduce a new element into the situation.