Lesbia knitted her pretty brows. "I can't understand. Some enemy----"
"I have no enemies," murmured George positively.
"Then it's a mystery," declared the girl, still more perplexed. "Tell me exactly what took place."
Walker passed his hand wearily across his forehead, for his head ached considerably. "After leaving you with your father, darling, I rowed back to Medmenham, and went home to the cottage. My mother was not within, as she had gone up to town early in the day and did not intend to return until to-morrow----"
"That's to-day, begob!" interpolated Tim, again looking at the clock.
"Then it is to-day she returns," said Walker, in a stronger voice, "about three in the afternoon. But to continue, Lesbia, I had my dinner and smoked a pipe. Then I grew restless, wondering if you were having a bad time with your father on my account. I thought he would make things unpleasant for you, and determined to come down and see what had happened. That was about ten o'clock."
Lesbia patted his hand. "You need not have troubled, dear. My father and I got on very well together."
"I did not know that, and so was anxious. I ferried over the river to the towing-path, and walked down towards Marlow, intending to cross the bridge and come here."
"I was in bed at ten."
"So soon. I thought you might be sitting up."