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Page 45
"I am sure that I have no idea," Philippa replied. "It conveys
nothing to me."
There was a brief but apparently pointless silence. Philippa's
needles flashed through her wool with easy regularity. Lessingham
appeared to be sharing the mild curiosity which the others showed
concerning the hat. Sir Henry was standing with knitted brows, in
the obvious attitude of a man seeking to remember something.
"B. M.," he murmured softly to himself. "There was some one I've
known or heard of in England--What's that, Mills?"
"Your dinner is served, sir," Mills, who had made a silent entrance,
announced.
Sir Henry apparently thought no more of the hat or its possible
owner. He threw it upon a neighbouring table, and his face expressed
a new interest in life.
"Jove, I'm ravenous!" he confessed. "You'll excuse me, won't you?
Mills, see that these gentlemen have cigars and cigarettes--in the
billiard room, I should think. You'll find the young people there.
I'll come in and have a game of pills later."
The two young soldiers, with Captain Griffiths, followed Sir Henry
at once from the room. Lessingham, however, lingered. He stood
with his hands behind him, looking at the closed door.
"Are you going to stay and talk nonsense with me, Mr. Lessingham?"
Philippa asked.
"If I may," he answered, without changing his position.
Philippa looked at him curiously.
"Do you see ghosts through that door?"
He shook his head.
"Do you know," he said, as he seated himself by her side, "there
are times when I find your husband quite interesting."
CHAPTER XIII
Philippa leaned back in her place.
"Exactly what do you mean by that, Mr. Lessingham?" she demanded.
He shook himself free from a curious sense of unreality, and turned
towards her.
"I must confess," he said, "that sometimes your husband puzzles me."
"Not nearly so much as he puzzles me," Philippa retorted, a little
bitterly.
"Has he always been so desperately interested in deep-sea fishing?"
Philippa shrugged her shoulders.
"More or less, but never quite to this extent. The thing has become
an obsession with him lately. If you are really going to stay and
talk with me, do you mind if we don't discuss my husband? Just now
the subject is rather a painful one with me."
"I can quite understand that," Lessingham murmured sympathetically.
"What do you think of Captain Griffiths?" she asked, a little
abruptly.
"I have thought nothing more about him. Should I? Is he of any
real importance?"
"He is military commandant here."
Lessingham nodded thoughtfully.
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