"Anyhow you never did find me very explicable, did you?"
"Didn't I?"
"You thought it was because I was afraid that I cried, that day at Olympia, didn't you?"
"Olympia?"
"It wasn't you know. It was because the horses were so beautiful."
"Olympia! You mean…. But that was…. You remember, then — "
"I expect you'll let me know, Mr. Sandal, when you have checked my statements."
"What? Oh, yes; yes, certainly." Good heavens, even he himself had forgotten that children's party at the Tournament. Perhaps he had been altogether too cautious. If this young man-the owner of Latchetts-dear me! Perhaps he should not have been so —
"I hope you don't think — " he began.
But the young man was gone, letting himself out with cool decision and a brief nod to Mercer.