You have been so wonderful about Dick, so wonderful
altogether," she went on, "that I couldn't bear it if trouble were
to come."
He smiled at her.
"I think I know what is at the back of your mind," he said. "You
think that I am coming back entirely on your account. As it
happens, this is not so."
She looked at him with wide-open eyes.
"Surely," she exclaimed, "you have satisfied yourself that there is
no field for your ingenuity in Dreymarsh?"
"I thought that I had," he admitted. "It seems that I am wrong. I
have had orders to return."
"Orders to return?" she repeated. "From whom?"
He shook his head.
"Of course, I ought not to have asked that," she proceeded hastily,
"but it does seem odd to realise that you can receive instructions
and messages from Germany, here in London."
"Very much the same sort of thing goes on in Germany," he reminded
her.
"So they say," she admitted, "but one doesn't come into contact with
it. So you are really coming back to Dreymarsh!"
"With you, if I may?"
"Naturally," she agreed.
He glanced at the clock. "We might almost be starting for lunch,"
he suggested.
She nodded. "As soon as I've told Grover about the luggage."
She was absent only a few moments, and then, as it was a dry, sunny
morning, they walked down St. James Street and along Pall Mall to
the Carlton.
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