"You'll turn me into a regular sleuthhound," he laughed. "However, here goes."
He strolled off again, and Pamela found herself forced to become mundane and frivolous whilst she chatted with some newly-arrived acquaintances. It was not until some little time after her brother's return that she found herself alone with him.
"Well?" she asked eagerly.
"They arrived within a few minutes of one another," Van Teyl announced. "Senator Hamblin bought a couple of new balls and made some inquiries about the course, but said nothing about playing. Lutchester, who appears not to have known him, came up later and asked him if he'd like a game. That's all I could find out."
Pamela pointed to a little cloud of dust in the distance.
"And there they go," she observed, "together."
Van Teyl threw himself into a chair and accepted the cup of tea which his sister handed him.
"Well," he inquired, "what do you make of it?"
"There's more in that question than you think, James," Pamela replied.
"All the same, I think I shall be able to answer it in a few days."
Another little crowd of acquaintances discovered them, and Pamela was soon surrounded by a fresh group of admirers. They all went out presently to inspect the new tennis courts. Pamela and her brother were beset with invitations.