"Do you know why," she whispered, "he is so sure that he is going to die?"
I hesitated for a moment.
"He seems to imagine," I said, "that he has some enemies."
She sighed.
"I am afraid," she said, "that it is no imagination."
I looked at her in surprise.
"He has told me, perhaps," she said, a little hastily, "more than he has told you, and perhaps I am in a better position to understand. Mr. Courage, I wonder whether it would be possible for me to have an interview with any one of these men who are watching him."
"If you had been here a few hours ago," I said, "it would have been very possible indeed. One of them was here."
"What did he want?" she asked sharply.
"To see Mr. Guest, for one thing!"