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"
There
’
s
no
one
to
see
.
He
’
s
quite
alone
.
"
"
That
’
s
preposterous
,
"
cried
Mrs
.
MacAndrew
.
"
I
knew
I
ought
to
have
gone
over
myself
,
"
said
the
Colonel
.
"
You
can
bet
your
boots
I
’
d
have
routed
her
out
fast
enough
.
"
"
I
wish
you
had
gone
over
,
"
I
replied
,
somewhat
tartly
.
"
You
’
d
have
seen
that
every
one
of
your
suppositions
was
wrong
.
He
’
s
not
at
a
smart
hotel
.
He
’
s
living
in
one
tiny
room
in
the
most
squalid
way
.
If
he
’
s
left
his
home
,
it
’
s
not
to
live
a
gay
life
.
He
’
s
got
hardly
any
money
.
"
"
Do
you
think
he
’
s
done
something
that
we
don
’
t
know
about
,
and
is
lying
doggo
on
account
of
the
police
?
"
The
suggestion
sent
a
ray
of
hope
in
all
their
breasts
,
but
I
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
"
If
that
were
so
,
he
would
hardly
have
been
such
a
fool
as
to
give
his
partner
his
address
,
"
I
retorted
acidly
.
"
Anyhow
,
there
’
s
one
thing
I
’
m
positive
of
,
he
didn
’
t
go
away
with
anyone
.
He
’
s
not
in
love
.
Nothing
is
farther
from
his
thoughts
.
"
There
was
a
pause
while
they
reflected
over
my
words
.
"
Well
,
if
what
you
say
is
true
,
"
said
Mrs
.
MacAndrew
at
last
,
"
things
aren
’
t
so
bad
as
I
thought
.
"
Mrs
.
Strickland
glanced
at
her
,
but
said
nothing
.
