So Rose and I strolled down towards the lake.
"To think," she murmured, a little tremulously, "that very soon we shall come to the end of our adventures!"
I drew her arm through mine. The sound of the music was growing fainter in the distance and the ripple of the water was in our ears.
"Or to the beginning," I whispered.
CONUNDRUM NUMBER SEVEN
THE GREATEST ARGUMENT
The clock had scarcely finished striking six when a two-seated car, throaty but sonorous, came to a standstill in front of the house in Clarges Street where Rose, Leonard and I had our temporary abode. An elegantly dressed but weary young man was shown into our sitting room. He bowed to Rose and addressed me.
"You're Maurice Lister, what, and Mr. Leonard Cotton?" he began. "No use telling you my name because you wouldn't know it. I've brought you a message."