"You are surprised," he observed. "So far as my presence here is concerned, I knew quite well that I was coming some time ago, but it was one of those matters, you understand, Miss Van Teyl, that one is scarcely at liberty to talk about. I am here in connection with my work." "Your work," she repeated weakly. "I thought that you were in the Ministry of Munitions?" "Precisely," he admitted. "I have a travelling inspectorship. You see, I don't mind telling you this, but it is just as well, if you will forgive my mentioning it, Miss Van Teyl, that these things are not spoken of to any one. My business over here is supposed to be secret. I am going round some of the factories from which we are drawing supplies." She drew a long breath and began to feel a little more like herself. "Well, after this," she declared, "I shall be surprised at nothing. I have had one shock already this evening, and you are the second." "The first, I trust, was not disagreeable?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Without flattering you," she answered, "I think I could say that I prefer the second." "I had an idea," Lutchester remarked diffidently, "that my arrival seemed either opportune or inopportune--I could not quite tell which. Were you in any way troubled or embarrassed by the presence of the little Japanese gentleman?" "Of course not," she replied. "Why, he is Jimmy's valet." "How absurd of me!" Lutchester murmured. "By the bye, if Jimmy is your brother--Mr. Van Teyl--I have a letter to him from a pal in town--Dicky Green. It was to present it that I found my way up here this evening. I was told that he might put me in the way of a little golf during my spare time over here." He produced the note and laid it upon the table. Pamela glanced at it and then at Lutchester. He was carefully dressed in dinner clothes, black tie and white waistcoat. He was, as usual, perfectly groomed and immaculate. He had what she could only describe to herself as an everyday air about him. He seemed entirely free from any mental pressure or the wear and tear of great events. "Golf?" she repeated wonderingly. "You expect to have a little spare time, then?" "Well, I hope so," Lutchester replied. "One must have exercise. By the bye," he went on, "is your brother in, do you happen to know? Perhaps it would be more convenient if I came round in the morning? I am staying in the hotel." "Oh, for goodness sake, don't go away," she begged. "Jimmy will be here presently, for certain. To tell you the truth, we have been rather playing hide-and-seek this evening, but it hasn't been altogether his fault. Please sit down over there--you will find cigarettes on the sideboard--and talk to me." "Delighted," he agreed, taking the chair opposite to her. "I suppose you want to know what became of poor Graham?" A sudden bewilderment appeared in her face. She leaned towards him. Her forehead was knitted, her eyes puzzled. There was a new problem to be solved.