Glen Leigh was looking out of the window; he recognised Craig Bellshaw and was so astonished he did not hear her open the door. Scores of questions crowded into his mind as he saw the owner of Mintaro walking away; the main questions were how came he to Mrs. Prevost's, and for what purpose?
She saw Glen with his back turned to her, and knew he had seen her visitor; she was not aware Leigh knew him, and of his doings elsewhere of which she was in ignorance; she had, as yet, no conception of the depths of infamy to which Bellshaw had sunk.
"I am sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I had a visitor," she said.
"I saw him leave the house," said Glen, turning sharply round.
"He's an old friend; I have known him many years." She could not make him out. He was looking at her steadily; his eyes seemed to pierce her.
"I know him," said Glen quietly. "I did not expect to see him in your house."
"You know him!" she exclaimed aghast, the colour deserting her cheeks.
"Yes. Do you know him well?" he asked.
"Yes, but why do you ask in such a strange way?"
"I do not think you know what Craig Bellshaw really is. I am sure you do not. If you did he would never have been admitted to your house," said Glen.