Suspicions
It was just on the appointed hour of twelve o’clock that Bundle and Loraine entered the park gates, having left the Hispano at an adjacent garage.
Lady Coote greeted the two girls with surprise, but distinct pleasure, and immediately pressed them to stay to lunch.
O’Rourke, who had been reclining in an immense armchair, began at once to talk with great animation to Loraine, who was listening with half an ear to Bundle’s highly technical explanation of the mechanical trouble which had affected the Hispano.
“And we said,” ended Bundle, “how marvellous that the brute should have broken down just here! Last time it happened was on a Sunday at a place called Little Speddlington under the Hill. And it lived up to its name, I can tell you.”
“That would be a grand name on the films,” remarked O’Rourke.
“Birthplace of the simple country maiden,” suggested Socks.
“I wonder now,” said Lady Coote, “where Mr. Thesiger is?”
“He’s in the billiard-room, I think,” said Socks. “I’ll fetch him.”
She went off, but had hardly gone a minute when Rupert Bateman appeared upon the scene, with the harassed and serious air usual to him.
“Yes, Lady Coote? Thesiger said you were asking for me. How do you do, Lady Eileen—”