She started a little to find Superintendent Battle at her elbow. The man seemed to have an extraordinary knack of appearing out of space without the least warning. “Good morning, Mrs. Revel. Not too tired, I hope?” Virginia shook her head. “It was a most exciting night,” she said. “Well worth the loss of a little sleep. The only thing is, to-day seems a little dull after it.” “There’s a nice shady place down under that cedar tree,” remarked the superintendent. “Shall I take a chair down to it for you?” “If you think it’s the best thing for me to do,” said Virginia solemnly. “You’re very quick, Mrs. Revel. Yes, it’s quite true, I do want a word with you.” He picked up a long wicker chair and carried it down the lawn. Virginia followed him with a cushion under her arm. “Very dangerous place, that terrace,” remarked the detective. “That is, if you want to have a private conversation.” “I’m getting excited again, Superintendent Battle.” “Oh, it’s nothing important.” He took out a big watch and glanced at it. “Half-past ten. I’m starting for Wyvvern Abbey in ten minutes to report to Mr. Lomax. Plenty of time. I only wanted to know if you could tell me a little more about Mr. Cade.” “About Mr. Cade?” Virginia was startled. “Yes, where you first met him, and how long you’ve known him and so forth.” Battle’s manner was easy and pleasant enough. He even refrained from looking at her, and the fact that he did so made her vaguely uneasy. “It’s more difficult than you think,” she said at last. “He did me a great service once——” Battle interrupted her. “Before you go any further, Mrs. Revel, I’d just like to say something. Last night, after you and Mr. Eversleigh had gone to bed, Mr. Cade told me all about the letters and the man who was killed in your house.” “He did?” gasped Virginia. “Yes, and very wisely too. It clears up a lot of misunderstanding. There’s only one thing he didn’t tell me—how long he had known you. Now I’ve a little idea of my own about that. You shall tell me if I’m right or wrong. I think that the day he came to your house in Pont Street was the first time you had ever seen him. Ah! I see I’m right. It was so.” Virginia said nothing. For the first time she felt afraid of this stolid man with the expressionless face. She understood what Anthony had meant when he said there were no flies on Superintendent Battle. “Has he ever told you anything about his life?” the detective continued. “Before he was in South Africa, I mean. Canada? Or before that, the Sudan? Or about his boyhood?” Virginia merely shook her head. “And yet I’d bet he’s got something worth telling. You can’t mistake the face of a man who’s led a life of daring and adventure. He could tell you some interesting tales if he cared to.” “If you want to know about his past life, why don’t you cable to that friend of his, Mr. McGrath?” Virginia asked.