Again he rested on his oars and stared at me.
“What do you mean, Lucien? If you have a grain of hope for me, please let me in.”
I repeated Silvia’s theories.
“I am not going to win her that way,” he said slowly, “not by playing a part.”
“Well,” I declared, “if you go back to the hotel now, you can’t explain Miss Frayne to Beth, because she went for a walk with old Professor Treadtop.”
He turned the boat again.
“Silvia won’t come to the Haunted House, will she?” he asked.
“No, indeed. Nothing would induce her to.”
“Then you bring Miss Frayne here tonight and I’ll bring Beth. And I’ll be sure that there are no double boats lying around loose. I’ll have two at the dock, see?”