"He could only surmise, but I am not at all sure that he told us all he knew. He is an old diplomat, you know."
"And to whom did his surmises point?"
"I gathered it was towards Mme Beteta, the Spanish dancer. You remember she made something of a furore in London when she was over here."
"But what on earth has she got to do with our boys?" asked Gracie, kindling.
"She seemed to take a fancy to them. You remember how Jim used to write about her."
"But how could a woman such as that exercise any influence in such a matter?" asked Sir George.
"Ah!----"
Then there came a knock on the front door, and they heard Rosa trip along to answer it.
And the next moment Rosa's white face appeared at the dining-room door, and Rosa's pale lips gasped:
"Oh mum, miss, 't's 'is ghost--Master Jim!"