"
"I remember perfectly well, but I thought you might have just met. Now
it appears to me, Knox, that you have quickly established yourself in
the good books of a very charming girl. My only reason for visiting the
tower was to afford you just this opportunity! Don't frown. Beyond
reminding you of the fact that she has been on intimate terms with
Madame de Staemer for some years, I will not intrude in any way upon
your private plans in that direction."
I stared at him, and I suppose my expression was an angry one.
"Surely you don't misunderstand me?" he said. "A cultured English girl
of that type cannot possibly have lived with these people without
learning something of the matters which are puzzling us so badly. Am I
asking too much?"
"I see what you mean," I said, slowly. "No, I suppose you are right,
Harley."
"Good," he muttered. "I will leave that side of the enquiry in your
very capable hands, Knox."
He paused, and began to stare about him.
"From this point," said he, "we have an unobstructed view of the
tower."
We turned and stood looking up at the unsightly gray structure, with
its geometrical rows of windows and the minaret-like gallery at the
top.
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