"I asked you to find out what Arnott was doing in Johannesburg," she said presently. "I fail to see what there was in that request to bring you to Wynberg." "Arnott is not in Johannesburg any longer. He was leaving on the day I met him," he returned. "Why should you concern yourself about his movements? Presumably your request was not based on anxiety on his account; therefore I concluded your concern must be for Mrs Arnott. I came down to find out." "I hope you are not going to give me cause to regret having written that letter," she said seriously. "I hope not," he responded with equal gravity. "Why should you imagine anything of the sort? As I told you before, I only wish to be helpful to her." She turned the subject, and talked to him on other matters; but Dare, after a brief interval, brought the conversation back to the topic which most interested him. He got very little satisfaction from Mrs Carruthers. Carruthers was more communicative. From him Dare heard the whole story, embellished with details which Mrs Carruthers had not heard. Arnott was pretty freely discussed at the club, of which he and Carruthers were members. Carruthers had come round to believe in his wife's theory that Arnott had eloped with the governess. The fact that she was touring with a musical troupe, was in his opinion merely a blind. When he tired of the girl, doubtless he would chuck it and come home. "Well," said Dare, "I'm glad you told me. But I don't believe a word of it. He wasn't with the girl in Johannesburg, save in the sense of being in the same town. I'm going to clear up this business for my own satisfaction. To-morrow I shall call on Mrs Arnott." "I supposed that was your object," Carruthers answered. "But you won't get much out of her. It's my belief she is as ignorant as the rest of us. She's feeling this, Dare. It makes me feel sloppily sentimental merely to look at her. The chap wants kicking. You be careful what you are doing, my boy. I am rather of Connie's opinion that you'd be wiser to keep out of this. It's the devil of a business to attempt comforting a pretty married woman. Stick to widows and spinsters, I say. What!" "You're an awful old ass, Dickie," was all Dare said in response.