“Yes?”

“He told me to wait until I was alone with you,” I said, dropping my voice significantly, and watching him intently out of the corner of my eye. I have always been rather good at what is called, I believe, creating an atmosphere.

“Well?”

There was no change of expression in the dark melancholic face. Had he any idea of what I was about to say?

“This is the message.” I dropped my voice still lower. “ ‘Find the extra coffee-cup, and you can rest in peace.’ ”

“What on earth does he mean?” Lawrence stared at me in quite unaffected astonishment.

“Don’t you know?”

“Not in the least. Do you?”