She drove quickly on, just acknowledging his salute.

It needed but this meeting to confirm her fears.

It was not coincidence which had brought Captain Barstow on their heels to Weymouth.
He had come with knowledge and a definite purpose.
"Oh, I say," protested Wallie Hine, "you might have stopped, Miss Sylvia, and let me pass the time of day with old Barstow." Sylvia stopped the trap at once.
"I am sorry," she said.

"You will find your own way home.

We lunch at half past one." Hine looked doubtfully at her and then back toward the hotel.
"I didn't mean that I wanted to leave you, Miss Sylvia," he said.