“He went to Naples, didn’t he? I had a letter from him written on board.”
Tab smiled.
“Poor old Rex. What did he want, your photograph?”
“More than that,” she said quietly. “You won’t think I am horrible if I betray his confidence, but I must, if you are to help me. Mr. Lander has done me the honour of asking me to marry him.”
Tab looked at her open-mouthed.
“Rex?” he said incredulously.
She nodded.
“I won’t show you the letter, it would hardly be fair; but he has asked me to give my answer in the agony column of the ‘Megaphone’. He says that he has an agent in London who will send it by wireless, and I was wondering—” she hesitated.
“If I were the agent?” said Tab, “No, I know nothing whatever about this.”
She drew a sigh.