"Tell us about it."
"I mustn't tell tales out of school."
"Tell us something—even if you have to invent it for our special benefit."
"Well, what would you say to the famous 'Man in the Brown Suit' having made the voyage with us?"
"What?"
I felt the colour die out of my face and then surge back again. Fortunately Colonel Race was not looking at me.
"It's a fact, I believe. Every port watched for him and he bamboozled Pedler into bringing him out as his secretary!"
"Not Mr. Pagett?"
"Oh, not Pagett—the other fellow. Rayburn, he called himself."
"Have they arrested him?" asked Suzanne. Under the table she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I waited breathlessly for an answer.
"He seems to have disappeared into thin air."
"How does Sir Eustace take it?"
"Regards it as a personal insult offered him by Fate."
An opportunity of hearing Sir Eustace's views on the matter presented itself later in the day. We were awakened from a refreshing afternoon nap by a page-boy with a note. In touching terms it requested the pleasure of our company at tea in his sitting-room.
The poor man was indeed in a pitiable state. He poured out his troubles to us, encouraged by Suzanne's sympathetic murmurs. (She does that sort of thing very well.)
"First a perfectly strange woman has the impertinence to get herself murdered in my house—on purpose to annoy me, I do believe. Why my house? Why, of all the houses in Great Britain, choose the Mill House? What
