She shook her head.
“I am afraid,” she confided, “of what I am going to say being overheard. Come with me down to the garage for a moment.”
She pointed to the wooden building which stood about fifty yards away from the house. Craig hesitated.
“If you wish it, miss,” he assented doubtfully. “I will get the keys.”
He disappeared for a moment and came out again almost immediately afterwards with a bunch of keys in his hand. He seemed a little disturbed.
“I am doing as you wish, Miss Lenora,” he said, “but there is nobody about here likely to overhear, and I have no secrets from my master.”
“Perhaps not,” Lenora replied, “but I have. The Professor is a dear,” she added hastily, “but he is too wrapped up in his scientific work to be able to see things like men of ordinary common-sense.”
“That is quite true,” Craig admitted. “Mr. Ashleigh has only one idea in his life…. This way, then, if you please, miss.”
He opened the door of the garage, leaving the keys in the lock, and they both passed inside. The place was gloomy and lit only by a single narrow window near the roof. The only vehicle it contained was the Professor’s little car.
“You can say what you please here without the slightest fear of being overheard, miss,” Craig remarked.