Chapter Ten.
The Major.
On the following day I was seized by a burning desire to again see the woman whom I had so strangely grown to love. Time after time I discussed the matter with Bob, and he was full of my opinion that I might, by watching my wife’s movements, discover some fact which might give me a clue.
I proposed to Bob that I should go straight to her and make a full explanation, but he urged patience and diplomacy.
“Go down to Whitton and watch her at a distance, if you like,” he answered. “But be very careful that you are not recognised. No man cares to be spied upon. In this matter you must exercise the greatest discretion, if you really intend to get to the bottom of this puzzling affair.”
“I do intend to solve the enigma,” I declared. “If I’m ten years over it, I mean to claim Feo as my wife.”
“You can’t do that until you’ve obtained absolute proof.”
“And, in the meantime, Wynd and his accomplice may make another attempt upon her life,” I observed dubiously.
“Forewarned is forearmed,” he answered. “It seems your duty to act in secret as her protector.”