"It was her suggestion that I should take you away with me!"
His eyes seemed to dilate as he stared at me.
"Say that again," he murmured.
I repeated my words. He raised himself a little in the bed.
"What do you know of her?" he asked.
"Not much," I answered. "She came to Lord's cricket ground. My cousin was with her. We have spoken about you."
"You know—"
"I know that she is or appears to be one of your—what shall I say—enemies."
"She is willing," he repeated, "for me to go away with you! Ah!"
A sudden understanding came into his face.