“No?” he said. “What’s disturbing you, Monk?”
“O, the devil, I think!” said the young man peevishly. “Come along, do, out of this.”
Together they walked down to the river in almost absolute silence. Mr. Cantle had agreed to join his friend for an agreeable week-end on the water. It looked promising. He thought a little, and came to a characteristically uncompromising decision.
“Is it anything to do with Miss Varley?”
“Yes, it is.”
“She—they have a houseboat here, haven’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Close by?”
“More or less. Just above Datchet.”
“Then, I think, perhaps I’d better——”