Though she was evidently absent and distressed, Tavernake felt once more that sense of pleasant companionship which her near presence always brought him.
"There is something else I must ask you," she began presently.

"I want to know if you have seen Pritchard lately." "I was with him last night," Tavernake answered.
She shivered.
"He was asking questions ?" "Not about you," Tavernake assured her quickly.

"It is your sister in whom he is interested." Beatrice nodded, but she seemed very little relieved.

Tavernake could see that the old look of fear was back in her face.
"I am sorry, Beatrice," he said, regretfully.

"I seem just now to be always bringing you reminiscences of the people whom it terrifies you to hear about." She shook her head.
"It isn't your fault, Leonard," she declared, "only it is rather strange that you should be mixed up with them in any way, isn't it?
I suppose some day you'll find out everything about me.