"That catch will console me for a lot," I heard him say quite heartily to Raffles. But Camilla's comment was altogether perfunctory; indeed, I wondered that so sophisticated a person did not affect some little enthusiasm. She seemed more interested, however, in the crowd than in the cricket. And that was usual enough. Raffles was already saying he must go, with an explanatory murmur to Mr. Garland, who clasped his hand with a suddenly clouded countenance. But Miss Belsize only bowed, and scarcely took her eyes off a couple of outwardly inferior men, who had attracted my attention through hers, until they also passed out of the ground. Mr. Garland was on tip-toes watching the game again with mercurial ardour. "Mr. Manders will look after me," she said to him, "won't you, Mr. Manders?" I made some suitable asseveration, and she added: "Mr. Garland's a member, you know, and dying to go into the Pavilion." "Only just to hear what they think of Teddy," the poor old boy confessed; and when we had arranged where to meet in the interval, away he hurried with his keen, worn face. Miss Belsize turned to me the moment he was gone. "I want to speak to you, Mr. Manders," she said quickly but without embarrassment. "Where can we talk?" "And watch as well?" I suggested, thinking of the young man at his best behind the sticks. "I want to speak to you first," she said, "where we shan't be overheard. It's about Mr. Raffles!" added Miss Belsize as she met my stare. About Raffles again! About Raffles, after all that she had learnt the day before! I did not enjoy the prospect as I led the way past the ivy-mantled tennis-court of those days to the practice-ground, turned for the nonce into a tented lawn. "And what about Raffles?" I asked as we struck out for ourselves across the grass. "I'm afraid he's in some danger," replied Miss Belsize. And she stopped in her walk and confronted me as frankly as though we had the animated scene to ourselves. "Danger!" I repeated, guiltily enough, no doubt. "What makes you think that, Miss Belsize?" My companion hesitated for the first time. "You won't tell him I told you, Mr. Manders?" "Not if you don't want me to," said I, taken aback more by her manner than by the request itself. "You promise me that?" "Certainly." "Then tell me, did you notice two men who passed close to us just after we had all met?" "There are so many men to notice," said I to gain time. "But these were not the sort one expects to see here to-day." "Did they wear bowlers and short coats?" "You did notice them!" "Only because I saw you watching them," said I, recalling the whole scene. "They wanted watching," rejoined Miss Belsize dryly. "They followed Mr. Raffles out of the ground!" "So they did!" I reflected aloud in my alarm. "They were following you both when you met us." "The dickens they were! Was that the first you saw of them?"