I was had once like that by the
Bournemouth papers, when I was supposed to be on duty over at
Queenstown. I narrowly escaped a terrible wigging."
"Shall we go to Eastbourne?" I suggested eagerly. "I'll go there with
you in the morning."
"Or would it not be best to send an urgent wire to the address where I
always write? She would then reply here, no doubt. If she's in
Eastbourne, there may be reasons why she cannot come up to town. If her
people are in hiding, of course she won't come. But she'll make an
appointment with me, no doubt."
"Very well. Send a wire," I said. "And make it urgent. It will then be
forwarded. But as regards Olinto? Would you like to see him? He might
tell you more than he has told me."
"No; by no means. He must not know that I have returned to London,"
declared my friend quickly. "You had better not see him--you
understand."
"Then his interests are--well, not exactly our own?"
"No."
"But why don't you tell me more about Elma?" I urged, for I was eager to
learn all he knew.
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