(Anne’s Narrative1 Resumed)
IAs soon as I got to Kimberlely I wired to Suzanne. She joined me therewith the utmost dispatch, heralding2 her arrival with telegrams sent off enroute. I was awfully3 surprised to find that she really was fond of me—Ithought I had been just a new sensation, but she positively4 fell on my neckand wept when we met.
When we had recovered from our emotion a little, I sat down on the bedand told her the whole story from A to Z.
“You always did suspect Colonel Race,” she said thoughtfully, when Ihad finished. “I didn’t until the night you disappeared. I liked him so muchall along and thought he would make such a nice husband for you. Oh,Anne, dear, don’t be cross, but how do you know that this young man ofyours is telling the truth? You believe every word he says.”
“Of course I do,” I cried indignantly.
“But what is there in him that attracts you so? I don’t see that there’sanything in him at all except his rather reckless good looks and his mod-ern Sheik-cum-Stone-Age lovemaking.”
I poured out the vials of my wrath5 upon Suzanne for some minutes.
“Just because you’re comfortably married and getting fat, you’ve forgot-ten that there’s any such thing as romance,” I ended.
“Oh, I’m not getting fat, Anne. All the worry I’ve had about you latelymust have worn me to a shred6.”
“You look particularly well-nourished,” I said coldly. “I should say youmust have put on about half a stone.”
“And I don’t know that I’m so comfortably married either,” continuedSuzanne in a melancholy7 voice. “I’ve been having the most dreadful cablesfrom Clarence ordering me to come home at once. At last I didn’t answerthem, and now I haven’t heard for over a fortnight.”
I’m afraid I didn’t take Suzanne’s matrimonial troubles very seriously.
She will be able to get round Clarence all right when the time comes. Iturned the conversation to the subject of the diamonds.
Suzanne looked at me with a dropped jaw8.
“I must explain, Anne. You see, as soon as I began to suspect ColonelRace, I was terribly upset about the diamonds. I wanted to stay on at theFalls in case he might have kidnapped you somewhere close by, but didn’tknow what to do about the diamonds. I was afraid to keep them in mypossession—”
Suzanne looked round her uneasily, as though she feared the wallsmight have ears, and then whispered vehemently9 in my ear.
“A distinctly good idea,” I approved. “At the time, that is. It’s a bit awk-ward now. What did Sir Eustace do with the cases?”
“The big ones were sent down to Cape10 Town. I heard from Pagett beforeI left the Falls, and he enclosed the receipt for their storage. He’s leavingCape Town today by the by, to join Sir Eustace in Johannesburg.”
“I see,” I said thoughtfully. “And the small ones, where are they?”
“I suppose Sir Eustace has got them with him.”
I turned the matter over in my mind.
“Well,” I said at last, “it’s awkward—but it’s safe enough. We’d better donothing for the present.”
Suzanne looked at me with a little smile.
“You don’t like doing nothing, do you, Anne?”
“Not very much,” I replied honestly.
The one thing I could do was to get hold of a timetable and see whattime Guy Pagett’s train would pass through Kimberley. I found that itwould arrive at 5:40 on the following afternoon and depart again at 6. Iwanted to see Pagett as soon as possible, and that seemed to me a good op-portunity. The situation on the Rand was getting very serious, and it mightbe a long time before I got another chance.
The only thing that livened up the day was a wire dispatched from Jo-hannesburg. A most innocent-sounding telegram:
“Arrived safely. All going well. Eric here, also Eustace, but not Guy. Re-main where you are for the present. Andy.”
II
Eric was our pseudonym11 for Race. I chose it because it is a name I dis-like exceedingly. There was clearly nothing to be done until I could see Pa-gett. Suzanne employed herself in sending off a long soothing12 cable to thefar-off Clarence. She became quite sentimental13 over him. In her way—which of course is quite different from me and Harry14—she is really fondof Clarence.
“I do wish he was here, Anne,” she gulped15. “It’s such a long time sinceI’ve seen him.”
“Have some face cream,” I said soothingly16.
Suzanne rubbed a little on the tip of her charming nose.
“I shall want some more face cream soon too,” she remarked, “and youcan only get this kind in Paris.” She sighed. “Paris!”
“Suzanne,” I said, “very soon you’ll have had enough of South Africa andadventure.”
“I should like a really nice hat,” admitted Suzanne wistfully. “Shall Icome with you to meet Guy Pagett tomorrow?”
“I prefer to go alone. He’d be shyer speaking before two of us.”
So it came about that I was standing17 in the doorway18 of the hotel on thefollowing afternoon, struggling with a recalcitrant19 parasol that refused togo up, whilst Suzanne lay peacefully on her bed with a book and a basketof fruit.
According to the hotel porter, the train was on its good behaviour todayand would be almost on time, though he was extremely doubtful whetherit would ever get through to Johannesburg. The line had been blown up,so he solemnly assured me. It sounded cheerful!
The train drew in just ten minutes late. Everybody tumbled out on theplatform and began walking up and down feverishly20. I had no difficulty inespying Pagett. I accosted21 him eagerly. He gave his usual nervous start atseeing me—somewhat accentuated22 this time.
“Dear me, Miss Beddingfeld, I understood that you had disappeared.”
“I have reappeared again,” I told him solemnly. “And how are you, Mr.
Pagett?”
“Very well, thank you—looking forward to taking up my work againwith Sir Eustace.”
“Mr. Pagett,” I said, “there is something I want to ask you. I hope thatyou won’t be offended, but a lot hangs on it, more than you can possiblyguess. I want to know what you were doing at Marlow on the 8th of Janu-ary last?”
He started violently.
“Really, Miss Beddingfeld—I—indeed—”
“You were there, weren’t you?”
“I—for reasons of my own I was in the neighbourhood, yes.”
“Won’t you tell me what those reasons were?”
“Sir Eustace has not already told you?”
“Sir Eustace? Does he know?”
“I am almost sure that he does. I hoped he had not recognized me, butfrom the hints he has let drop, and his remarks, I fear it is only too certain.
In any case, I meant to make a clean breast of the matter and offer myresignation. He is a peculiar23 man, Miss Beddingfeld, with an abnormalsense of humour. It seems to amuse him to keep me on tenterhooks24. Allthe time, I dare say, he was perfectly25 well aware of the true facts. Possiblyhe has known them for years.”
I hoped that sooner or later I should be able to understand what Pagettwas talking about. He went on fluently:
“It is difficult for a man of Sir Eustace’s standing to put himself in my po-sition. I know that I was in the wrong, but it seemed a harmless deception26.
I would have thought it better taste on his part to have tackled me outright—instead of indulging in covert27 jokes at my expense.”
A whistle blew, and the people began to surge back into the train.
“Yes, Mr. Pagett,” I broke in, “I’m sure I quite agree with all you’re say-ing about Sir Eustace. But why did you go to Marlow?”
“It was wrong of me, but natural under the circumstances—yes, I stillfeel natural under the circumstances.”
“What circumstances?” I cried desperately28.
For the first time, Pagett seemed to recognize that I was asking him aquestion. His mind detached itself from the peculiarities29 of Sir Eustace,and his own justification30, and came to rest on me.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Beddingfeld,” he said stiffly, “but I fail to seeyour concern in the matter.”
He was back in the train now, leaning down to speak to me. I felt des-perate. What could one do with a man like that?
“Of course, if it’s so dreadful that you’d be ashamed to speak of it to me—” I began spitefully.
At last I had found the right stop. Pagett stiffened31 and flushed.
“Dreadful? Ashamed? I don’t understand you.”
“Then tell me.”
In three short sentences he told me. At last I knew Pagett’s secret! It wasnot in the least what I expected.
I walked slowly back to the hotel. There a wire was handed to me. I toreit open. It contained full and definite instructions for me to proceed forth-with to Johannesburg, or rather to a station this side of Johannesburg,where I should be met by a car. It was signed, not Andy, but Harry.
I sat down in a chair to do some very serious thinking.

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