"But there is Rosario," Arnold protested.
"Rosario goes into all the odd corners of the world," she replied. "Sometimes the corners are respectable and sometimes they are not. It really doesn't matter so far as he is concerned. Supposing, in return for all this information, you tell me something about yourself?"
"There isn't anything to tell," Arnold assured her. "I was asked here to fill up. I am an employee of Mr. Weatherley's."
She turned in her chair to look at him. Her surprise was obvious.
"Do you mean that you are his secretary, or something of that sort?" she demanded.
"I am a clerk in his office," Arnold told her.
She was evidently puzzled, but she asked him no more questions. At that moment Mrs. Weatherley rose from her place. As she passed Arnold she paused for a moment.
"You are all coming in five minutes," she said. "Before we play bridge, come straight to me. I have something to say to you."
He bowed and resumed his seat, from which he had risen quickly at her coming. Mr. Weatherley motioned to him to move up to his side. His face now was a little flushed, but his nervousness had not disappeared. He was certainly not the same man whom one met at Tooley Street.
"Glad to see you've made friends with the wife, Chetwode," he said. "She seems to have taken quite a fancy to you."