"You look very tired and worried, Mr. Bastable," said Althea. "Bessie has very kindly seen to a room being prepared for my father."
"I am worn out, and shall ask the Baron to excuse me"; and we bowed gravely to one another. "But there is a question I should wish to put before retiring--who spoke so highly of me to you as to induce you to put this confidence in me to-night?"
"I knew that my daughter was here, Herr Bastable. The information came from a highly confidential source. But I was absolutely sure of you."
A glance of appeal from Althea accompanied this courteously worded roundabout refusal to tell me anything more, so I bade them good-night and went away. I was indeed so fatigued that even this strange development, with all the awkward and indeed perilous complications it threatened, could not keep me awake. I slept soundly for many hours, and did not awake until late in the morning.
Over my breakfast Bessie gave me her views of the Baron.
"He is a very strange old gentleman, Paul. His room is next to mine, you know; and I heard him moving about very early, hours before I got up. And when I saw him afterwards he had forgotten who I was, and spoke to me as if I were a servant. What do you make of him?"
"I am probably more puzzled than you are, Bess."
"How did he come here? Did Althea tell him of us?"
"I don't think so. Has she ever said anything to you about him?"
"Has she said anything to you? She did to me, but I don't know whether she meant me to tell you."