"Yes, Miss," said Susan.
"His portrait. One day I went into your room for the scissors. I saw you had put Lord Ruddington's portrait in the same frame as mine."
"Yes, Miss. They went together beautiful."
"I shall be much obliged, Susan, if they don't go together any longer."
Susan shed a tear. But she is going to obey.
Now I've had enough ruffling for one morning. Before I interrogate Madame about the creature at Grandpont, I mean to run down to the bathing-hut and enjoy an hour's basking in the sun.
Before lunch.
I have seen the man from Grandpont. Has the event proved worse than my fears, or better? I can't say. All I know is that the event was different.
Susan didn't go down with me to the bathing-hut. I unlocked it myself, and carried out the deck-chair on to a sunny patch of clean white pebbles. But I had hardly drunk in two draughts of the salt air when I sat up with a start.
A man was watching me.