I was silent again.

"Sylvia," I said slowly at last, "have you learnt anything--anything

fresh which has awakened these strange apprehensions of yours?"

"No," she faltered, "nothing exactly fresh. It is only a strange and

unaccountable dread which has seized me--a dread of impending

disaster."

"Forget it," I urged, endeavouring to laugh. "All your fears are now

without foundation, dearest. Now we are wedded, we will fearlessly

face the world together."

"I have no fear when I am at your side, Owen," she replied, looking at

me pale and troubled. "But when we are parted I--I always fear. The

day before yesterday I was full of apprehension all the time you had

gone to York. I felt that something was to happen to you."

"Really, dear," I said, smiling, "you make me feel quite creepy. Don't

allow your mind to run on the subject. Try and think of something

else."

"But I can't," she declared. "That's just it. I only wish I could rid

myself of this horrible feeling of insecurity."

"We are perfectly secure," I assured her. "My enemies are now aware

that I'm quite wide awake." And in a few brief sentences I explained

my curious meeting with the Frenchman Delanne.

The instant I described him--his stout body, his grey pointed beard,

his gold pince-nez, his amethyst ring--she sat staring at me, white to

the lips.

"Why," she gasped, "I know! The description is exact. And--and you say

he saw my father in Manchester! He actually rode away in the same cab

as Reckitt! Impossible! You must have dreamt it all, Owen."

"No, dearest," I said quite calmly. "It all occurred just as I have

repeated it to you."

"And he really entered the taxi with Reckitt? He said, too, that he

knew my father--eh?"

"He did."

She held her breath. Her eyes were staring straight before her, her

breath came and went quickly, and she gripped the wooden post to

steady herself, for she swayed forward suddenly, and I stretched out

my hand, fearing lest she should fall.

What I had told her seemed to stagger her. It revealed something of

intense importance to her--something which, to me, remained hidden.

It was still a complete enigma.

Hushed Up! A Mystery of London · 第 92 / 132 题