“B-but, are you sure?” he gasped.
“Oh, yes,” said Henri cheerfully. “I ’ave been zere. I ’ave ze jolly well watch eet.”
“But, good heavens!” said the General, and hastened in the direction of Jasmine Villas.
Henri sauntered on by himself.
“Ze ’oly aunt ... a’right ... ze boose ...” he murmured softly.
At the corner of the road he ran into Mr. Graham Graham. Mr. Graham Graham was tall and lank, with pince-nez and an earnest expression. Mr. Graham Graham’s earnest expression did not belie his character. He was, among other things, the President of the local Temperance Society. He had met Henri with his godmother the day before.
“Well, Henri,” he said earnestly. “And how have you been spending your time?”
“I ’ave been to Jasmine Villas,” said Henri.
“Ah, yes—to whom——?”
Henri interrupted.