young girl you seemed, or were you not? When Rayburn set out to keep the appointment that night, Minks was told off to intercept him. Minks muffed it of course."
"But why did the wireless message say 'seventeen' instead of 'seventy-one'?"
"I've thought that out. Carton must have given that wireless operator his own memorandum to copy off on to a form, and he never read the copy through. The operator made the same mistake we all did, and read it as 17.1.22 instead of 1.71.22. The thing I don't know is how Minks got on to Cabin 17. It must have been sheer instinct."
"And the dispatch to General Smuts? Who tampered with that?"
"My dear Anne, you don't suppose I was going to have a lot of my plans given away, without making an effort to save them? With an escaped murderer as a secretary, I had no hesitation whatever in substituting blanks. Nobody would think of suspecting poor old Pedler."
"What about Colonel Race?"
"Yes, that was a nasty jar. When Pagett told me he was a Secret Service fellow, I had an unpleasant feeling down the spine. I remembered that he'd been nosing around Nadina in Paris during the War—and I had a horrible suspicion that he was out after me! I don't like the way he's stuck to me ever since. He's one of those strong, silent men who have always got something up their sleeve."
A whistle sounded. Sir Eustace picked up the tube, listened for a minute or two, then answered:
"Very well, I'll see him now."
"Business," he remarked. "Miss Anne, let me show you your room."
He ushered me into a small shabby apartment, a Kafir boy brought up my small suit-case, and Sir Eustace, urg-
