ambition. You will remember, Miss Beddingfeld, that 'by that sin fell the angels,' etc."
"They say," I said slowly, "that you are really connected with the Government—that you are in the Secret Service. Is that true?"
Was it my fancy, or did he hesitate for a fraction of a second before he answered?
"I can assure you, Miss Beddingfeld, that I am out here strictly as a private individual travelling for my own pleasure."
Thinking the answer over later, it struck me as slightly ambiguous. Perhaps he meant it to be so.
We rejoined the car in silence. Half-way back to Bulawayo we stopped for tea at a somewhat primitive structure at the side of the road. The proprietor was digging in the garden and seemed annoyed at being disturbed. But he graciously promised to see what he could do. After an interminable wait he brought us some stale cakes and some lukewarm tea. Then he disappeared to his garden again.
No sooner had he departed than we were surrounded by cats. Six of them all miaowing piteously at once. The racket was deafening. I offered them some pieces of cake. They devoured them ravenously. I poured all the milk there was into a saucer and they fought each other to get it.
"Oh," I cried indignantly, "they're starved! It's wicked. Please, please, order some more milk and another plate of cake."
Colonel Race departed silently to do my bidding. The cats had begun miaowing again. He returned with a big jug of milk and the cats finished it all.
I got up with determination on my face.
"I'm going to take those cats home with us—I shan't leave them here."
