“When are you going home?”
“To-morrow.”
“Back to London?”
“I suppose so for a day or two.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
“Why?”
“You don’t mind if I speak openly, do you, Pelham?”
“Of course I don’t. But what do you mean? I hold no secrets.” As Pelham spoke he started and flushed—the memory of all his suspicions with regard to Piers rushed over him.
Carroll, who had been gazing fixedly at him, noticed his change of color.
“There are some ugly rumors about you in London. You had better go there and show yourself.”