She touched Tom Hayhurst’s sleeve.
“Tell him to drive home,” she said, and sat back in her seat.
Colonel Grey stepped quickly to the door.
“Don’t worry,” he said... “I’m going up to-morrow... I’ll let you know immediately.”
The car drove away, and the two men were left staring blankly into one another’s eyes.
“What’s he to her?” Tom Hayhurst asked.
But the Colonel shook his head. Here was a complication he had not foreseen. They turned and walked on together. Hayhurst was excited and inclined to hunt up Van Bleit and have an explanation, but his companion quashed the idea.
“You are positive, I suppose, it was Van Bleit you saw?”
“Of course I am. I got quite close to him once, and he grinned at me. I tell you, I didn’t like that grin. I followed after him. I wanted to hit his face for showing his teeth at me, but he got into a taxi and drove off. He was looking sick too, beastly sick... There’s been foul play,—I’m certain of it. I’d have suspected it by Van Bleit turning up and Grit not; but when I saw that beast’s smug, vindictive grin, I knew it.”
“Well, I’ll find out to-morrow,” Colonel Grey said.