I took the greeting he proffered, although I turned my head away and would not let him detect my real feelings. At first I was sorely tempted to take him by surprise and to denounce him there and then as the man who had stolen into Whitehall Court in those early morning hours, climbed through that open bedroom window, and had killed poor Colonel Napier, one of the truest and most loyal soldiers that ever lived. But I crushed all those temptations down. There was much for me to discover before I could show my suspicions so plainly as that. I had to go very slowly and carefully to work. "I am glad to see you," I answered at length, and that sentiment, indeed, was true. I was glad--more glad than he could guess. "Let the porter carry my luggage in, and let you and I have a walk." "Excellent," said he, "that was just what I was going to propose if you were not too tired." And giving the necessary directions to the hotel servants he calmly linked his arm in mine, and led me down the street towards the river, whither all the passers-by seemed to be hastening on their way homeward after service at church. "Well, and how did you get on with Miss Velasquon?" he asked later. "Very badly," I returned. "I lost her at Vauxhall Bridge Station." "Oh, never mind about that," he replied lightly. "Your duty ended as soon as you arrived with her in London. As a matter of fact, I sent a friend to intercept her at that point. He didn't quite understand whether he could trust you or not, so he hit on that ruse by which she slipped out of the carriage whilst you were looking out at an opposite platform. She wired me, however, that you had had some extraordinary adventure on the way up. What was that?" "Oh, merely some women tried to lure her off to Broadmoor Lunatic Asylum," I snapped. "Why on earth didn't you tell me I was safe when we reached town? Do you know, I searched the station from top to bottom before I decided your friend had come to no harm." "No, I don't. In fact, I am very sorry about what the man whom I sent did. I was, however, under the impression that I had told you not to worry after she had reached town. The real danger existed on the way up. I had most specific warning that it was on the actual journey from Southampton Lord Fotheringay would make the semi-criminal effort he did to get her out of my hands." "Why should he?" I demanded, stopping suddenly and gazing fixedly at the speaker. "Why should two men ever strive after the same sweetheart?" Casteno answered, his features flushing crimson. "Call it Life--Fate-- Providence--Luck--Destiny--what you like. There it is. It often happens. The whole truth is, the earl and I are both in love with Camille Velasquon. She prefers me, hence his quest for the documents is mixed up in a thirst for personal revenge."