"I thought it didn't seem quite right, Miss," said Susan meekly. "More especially the piece about the coach. That was why I didn't post it."
"Susan, don't prevaricate," I said sternly. "It isn't like you, and I won't put up with it. If I am to have any more to do with this affair, you must really begin to treat me with perfect candour. Why did you tell me you had never seen Lord Ruddington?"
"If you please, Miss, I never have seen him."
"Never?"
"Not that I know of. I've seen----"
Susan paused and blushed.
"Go on, go on," I said impatiently. "You have seen--whom?"
"Please, Miss, there was a young gentleman in a dark green suit when we were at the post-office on Saturday. He stared at me as we went in; and when we came out he followed us as far as the Golden Eagle, looking at me all the time."
"It was very wrong of you to encourage him, Susan. But how do you know it was Lord Ruddington?"
"I don't, Miss. Maybe it's only my fancy."