Again she conveyed an impression to Pamela that she was not telling the truth. Whether it was a true impression or not, it stiffened Pamela’s resolution. "I’m afraid I can’t think of anything, then," she said, "if you don’t know anyone _really_, and you won’t let Mrs. Chipman offer a reward. If I find it, I’ll leave it at the door with Mrs. Trewby. And now I must go, really and honestly." "But you will come and see me," protested the Countess. "How can I? You say yourself that Sir Marmaduke has put you here, and wishes no one to know. There must be some good reason for him to arrange that--he’s an awfully kind, nice man, we all love him," said Pamela warmly. "I won’t do sly things against his wish. Why, he’s letting us use his lovely yacht now." "That white yacht is his?" asked the other girl. Pamela assented. "And you go out on it when he is away?" "He is allowing us to use her all the summer till he comes in September--it’s awfully kind." "Then who goes with you?" demanded the Countess; she seemed interested. "No one, we manage her ourselves. There used to be a man, but they want him in the gardens at Crown Hill, so we go quite alone." "Go where?" "Oh, anywhere along the coast here. This morning Adrian and Christobel were coming from Salterne. They got caught in that thunderstorm the other day, and ran in there up to the harbour, left the yacht, and came back by train. Yesterday they went by train to fetch her, and came back early this morning." Pamela was feeling a little more friendly as she talked about the _Messenger_. Memories rushed into her mind of the evening of the thunderstorm day and how the others had mistaken the Countess for her. "That reminds me," she said, "on the evening of the thunderstorm day did you go out--to Folly Ho, on the Peterock Road, and come home late, quite late--half-past nine. Oh, nearly ten?" The other girl considered. Not as though she did not remember, but as though she was not sure whether she would tell or no. Pamela got up from her seat and walked a few steps; they walked together to the middle of the room, and paused there to say good-bye. "Yes, no doubt I went out. I often do," said the Countess rather cautiously. "Well, Addie and Crow--the others I mean--saw you. They were coming from the station. Didn’t he whistle?" "If you say so, I expect he did. I think I heard a whistle one night." "He said you looked round and then ran. They thought it was I, and they were cross with me." At this moment Pamela noticed that the other girl’s attention was fixed upon a long mirror on the wall opposite She also looked, and saw the two full-length figures, each with its long tail of beautiful bright hair. The same height! The same figure! The same dress! "Oh!" ejaculated Pam in startled dismay. The Countess laughed, for the first time.