"Where—er—where"
"—did I think I had seen you?" I finished for him. "At Marlow. You know Marlow? Why, of course, how stupid of me, Sir Eustace has a house there!"
But with an incoherent muttered excuse, my victim rose and fled.
That night I invaded Suzanne's cabin, alight with excitement.
"You see, Suzanne," I urged, as I finished my tale, "he was in England, in Marlow, at the time of the murder. Are you so sure now that 'The Man in the Brown Suit' is guilty."
"I'm sure of one thing," said Suzanne, twinkling unexpectedly.
"What's that?"
"That 'The Man in the Brown Suit' is better looking than poor Mr. Pagett. No, Anne, don't get cross. I was only teasing. Sit down here. Joking apart, I think you've made a very important discovery. Up till now, we've considered Pagett as having an alibi. Now we know he hasn't."
"Exactly," I said. "We must keep an eye on him."
"As well as everybody else," she said ruefully. "Well, that's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. That—and finance. No, don't stick your nose in the air. I know you are absurdly proud and independent, but you've got to listen to horse sense over this. We're partners—I wouldn't offer you a penny because I liked you, or because you're a friendless girl—what I want is a thrill, and I'm prepared to pay for it. We're going into this together regardless of expense. To begin with you'll come with me to the Mount Nelson Hotel at my expense, and we'll plan out our campaign."
We argued the point. In the end I gave in. But I didn't like it. I wanted to do the thing on my own.
