She motioned him to a chair. They sat down.
“I gathered something of the sort from his letter. Has he told you of certain dispositions?”
She fenced. “I don’t quite follow you.”
“This letter——?”
He handed her the letter of instructions with regard to payment of royalties which he had received from Triona. She glanced through it.
“That’s all right,” she said.
He drew a breath of relief. “I’m glad you know. I had a sort of idea—anyhow, no matter how important his business is, it’s essential that he should come back at once.”
“Why?” she asked.
But she had a sickening prescience of the answer. The kindly gentleman passed his hand over his forehead.
“It’s just a business complication, my dear Mrs. Triona,” he said.