On the other hand, it does seem so queer,
Paul! He has taken to dressing most carefully and he leaves the house
regularly every morning at ten o'clock."
"You've no clew at all as to what he does with himself?" I asked.
"None," she replied, "except that I never saw any one with such
overmanicured nails as his. I never knew him to go to a manicurist in my
life, but he is obviously going to one nearly every day now or he couldn't
keep the polish on. If that helps in any way--"
"It might," I admitted with a sigh.
"There he is!" Eve exclaimed suddenly. "Coming toward us, too! Do please
take this opportunity, Paul, and see if you can find out anything. You
see, a week ago he seemed bored to tears, and now he has just that happy,
contented expression which he wears all the time when he is really engaged
in something outrageous. I will go and talk to your sister. I think she is
over there with Captain Green."
Mr. Bundercombe greeted me heartily and at once directed my attention to a
small tent where cool drinks were being served. I suffered him to lead me
in that direction and placed myself in his hands as regards the selection
of a suitable beverage. We found a small table and sat down. "Haven't seen
much of you lately, sir," I began.
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