harm had I ever done the woman that she must needs get herself murdered there?"
Suzanne made one of her sympathetic noises again and Sir Eustace proceeded in a still more aggrieved tone.
"And, if that's not enough, the fellow who murdered her has the impudence, the colossal impudence, to attach himself to me as my secretary. My secretary, if you please! I'm tired of secretaries, I won't have any more secretaries. Either they're concealed murderers or else they're drunken brawlers. Have you seen Pagett's black eye? But of course you have. How can I go about with a secretary like that? And his face is such a nasty shade of yellow too—just the colour that doesn't go with a black eye. I've done with secretaries—unless I have a girl. A nice girl, with liquid eyes, who'll hold my hand when I'm feeling cross. What about you, Miss Anne. Will you take on the job?"
"How often shall I have to hold your hand?" I asked, laughing.
"All day long," replied Sir Eustace gallantly.
"I shan't get much typing done at that rate," I reminded him.
"That doesn't matter. All this work is Pagett's idea. He works me to death. I'm looking forward to leaving him behind in Cape Town."
"He is staying behind?"
"Yes, he'll enjoy himself thoroughly sleuthing about after Rayburn. That's the sort of thing suits Pagett down to the ground. He adores intrigue. But I'm quite serious in my offer. Will you come? Mrs. Blair here is a competent chaperon, and you can have a half-holiday every now and again to dig for bones."
"Thank you very much, Sir Eustace," I said cautiously, "but I think I'm leaving for Durban to-night."
"Now don't be an obstinate girl. Remember, there are
