ley—who without doubt came after the box—say what he wanted? Why didn't Sperrigoe?"
"Oh, Pawley came to see if the box was really here!" she declared. "Sperrigoe came to ask how it got here! That's plain, to me. But what I want to know is, why such a fuss about it?"
"And what I want to know is, what made Parslewe vanish?" I said. "That's much more of a mystery."
"Didn't you tell me that he seemed to know whom you meant when you described Sperrigoe as Sir Charles?" she asked. "Very well! Sir Charles is somebody whom Jimmie knew years ago. And Jimmie doesn't want to meet him. Jimmie, as I have told you, is a queer man—an eccentric person. And I don't think he'll come home until Sir Charles Sperrigoe has gone away."
"And I don't think Sir Charles Sperrigoe will go away until he's seen Parslewe," said I. "So there we are!"
"Oh, well! does it matter very much?" she asked. "Aren't we going out this fine morning? We're doing no good here, staring at
