“Colin, I know why that man’s face seemed familiar to me. You remember I whispered to you when we noticed him in the church, that I was certain I had seen him before?”
“Well? Had you?”
“No. But—it’s very curious. Just as we turned from the grave—you saw how he stood gazing down at the coffins?—he looked up, and his eyes met mine. Then I remembered. He is extraordinarily like the photographs of my father.”
“Could he be a relation?”
“Not that I know of. My father was an only child, and I never heard of cousins.”
“Well, we can tell Thomas to find out who he is. I say, dear! Won’t tea be nice! Let’s have it in the Oak Room. I shall make that my smoking-room, if you have no objection.”
SCENE XVII
IN THE PINE WOOD
Luke Sparrow strode through the pine woods, taking a short cut from the churchyard back to the inn.
His train for the south, left in an hour.
Hurrying footsteps came behind him. At first he took them for an echo of his own; then realised that he was being followed, and walked the faster. He had no wish to be accosted.