Though he did not tell her of his sensational experience, he did mention his dream.
“Ursula?” he asked. “You like Yeh Ling, don’t you? So do I, as a matter of fact, but do you absolutely trust him?”
She considered before she spoke.
“Yes, I think I do,” she said. “He has been a most faithful friend. Think, Tab, without my knowledge, all these years he has been watching over me. I should be a most ungrateful girl if his loyalty did not move me.”
Tab thought that there might be some other explanation of Yeh Ling’s devotion but wisely said nothing.
“Do you know,” she said, “that he keeps a man watching this house day and night? I only discovered it by accident when I was engaged in revolver shooting. Perhaps Yeh Ling told you that I nearly shot one of his sentinels.”
“He is a strange man,” admitted Tab, “but my dream rather impressed me—”
“Even the first part of your dream hasn’t come true yet,” she suggested demurely and he picked her up in his arms there and then.
Happily the so-easily scandalized Mr. Turner was engaged elsewhere.
His heart was full of love and gratitude when he left her in the sweet-smelling dusk and mounting his bicycle, which he had brought strapped to the back of Ursula’s car, started on his leisurely way home.