“Do you know a place called Wilton-on-Sea?” said Sinclair. Collins looked keenly at him.
“Yes, I know it,” he said.
“I am thinking of running down there,” said Sinclair.
“What on earth are you going there for?”
“I have been told that it is very good air, and as I have a few days’ leave, I thought I would try it.”
Collins thought for a moment.
“Well, you probably don’t know, but it is quite close to Sir James Watson’s place—in fact, it is the station for it.”
“Really?” said Sinclair. “Then of course you know it well?”
“If you are really going there I will run you down in my car. You might like to see Sir James’ place.”
The men looked at each other.