Frazer looked at his watch.
“Brett ought to know all these things at once,” he said. “Let us walk back to the hotel and wire him. Perhaps it will be necessary for David and me to return to London immediately.”
“Why? You are safe here? Why should you incur further risk?”
He could not help looking at her. A slight colour suffused her face. Then he laughed savagely.
“There will be no risk, Rita. Once let me meet Mr. Ooma as man to man and I will teach him a trick or two, if only for your sake. The law will deal with him for Alan’s affair. He has an odd name! It has a Japanese ring, yet you say he resembles our family?”
Margaret, of course, could only describe him in general terms. As they returned to the hotel she explained her strange story in greater detail, largely on the lines already known to Brett.
In the office they found a telegram addressed to David, but his cousin opened it, believing it might be from Brett. It was, and read as follows:—
“Capella arrives Whitby five o’clock. I know everything he has to tell you. If he becomes offensive, boot him.”
Robert did not show the message to his cousin. He gave her its general purport, and added:
“Prepare yourself for an ordeal, but be brave. Perhaps your husband is in the hotel now, as he must have reached here half an hour ago.”