In the mildest manner he conveyed an impression that more was wanted.

“Thought I saw⁠—a woman disappearing into the bushes. Just a gleam of white, you know. Must have been mistaken. It was while I was standing at the corner of the terrace that I heard Ackroyd’s voice speaking to that secretary of his.”

“Speaking to Mr. Geoffrey Raymond?”

“Yes⁠—that’s what I supposed at the time. Seems I was wrong.”

“ Mr. Ackroyd didn’t address him by name?”

“Oh, no.”

“Then, if I may ask, why did you think⁠—?”