“Nothing. Only she seemed greatly surprised and upset,” his father replied. “But—well—”
And he hesitated.
“Well—go on,” the young man said.
“Well, look here, Roddy, after leaving Miss Sandys, did you meet anyone else—a man in the Guildford road?”
“A man? No. Why? Haven’t I told you I walked straight home? What are you trying to make out?”
“You are quite certain that you did not stop and speak with any stranger in the Guildford road?”
“I am quite certain that I did not. I spoke to nobody till I found the girl dying in Welling Wood.”
“And—well, now let me at once be frank with you, Roddy: have you ever in your life heard the name of Gordon Gray?”
“Never. Who is he?”
“No matter. Recollect the name, and if you ever hear it, avoid him—avoid him, my boy, as you would Satan himself. And his woman friend Freda Crisp.”