“I don’t want to make up on her. I want to follow her without showing ourselves. She’s making for the Pool, if I’m not mistaken. That will suit very well.”
He took a pair of prismatic glasses from his pocket and slung them round his neck.
“We may want to watch from a distance. That’s why I had to go upstairs for these.”
Eileen nodded.
“It’s the Talisman affair, isn’t it?” she asked. “I don’t quite see what it all means, but you know something, obviously. Why are we scurrying after her just now? The Talisman’s back again. I don’t see what you expect to find out.”
“No questions, Eileen!” Westenhanger smiled. “If I’m right, you’ll see it all in a few minutes. I don’t want to put any pre-conceived notions into your mind.”
The girl studied his face in silence as they walked on. “Very well,” she said. “But to tell you the truth I’m getting rather wearied of Talisman mysteries. It seems to me I’ve had more than my share of them.”
“This will be the last of them, perhaps, if we’re lucky.”
As he spoke they drew near the edge of the spinney which lay about the Pool, and he made a gesture of caution to the girl. They could see Mrs. Caistor Scorton’s figure crossing the open glade in front of them.
“Now watch with all your eyes,” ordered Westenhanger, lifting his glasses as he spoke.