“Well! I shouldn’t have troubled you if I’d known all this. I’m sorry.”
“Known all what?”
“Remember, it’s not the only time I’ve seen you with him!” he went off at a tangent. “There was that first occasion—at the Carlton. I thought there seemed something, when he congratulated me! And then that time at the flat. He had eyes for nothing but you.”
“Oh, hadn’t he!” I was breaking in, but my late employer went on with his indictment.
“Even Montresor, at our house, seemed to know all about it! And now his meeting you in Wales—You won’t tell me that wasn’t by appointment?”
“I will,” I said, lifting my head. “I do, Mr. Waters. It wasn’t.”
He was silent for a moment.
“Please take my word.”
“Of course, if you say so!” he agreed quickly. Then, more quickly still, “But if he didn’t send that telegram, who did?”