Mrs.
Hipgrave said the engagement was based on "general suitability." Now
it is difficult to be very passionate over that.
"If you don't mind, I don't," said Denny, reasonably.
"That's right. It's only a little way Beatrice--" I stopped abruptly.
We were now on the steps outside the restaurant, and I had just
perceived a scrap of paper lying on the mosaic pavement. I stooped
down and picked it up. It proved to be a fragment torn from the menu
card. I turned it over.
"Hullo, what's this?" said I, searching for my eyeglass, which was, as
usual, somewhere in the small of my back.
Denny gave me the glass, and I read what was written on the back. It
was written in Greek, and it ran thus:
"By way of Rhodes--small yacht there--arrive seventh."
I turned the piece of paper over in my hand. I drew a conclusion or
two. One was that my tall neighbor was named Stefanopoulos; another,
that he had made good use of his ears--better than I had made of mine;
for a third, I guessed that he would go to Neopalia; for a fourth, I
fancied that Neopalia was the place to which the lady had declared
she would accompany him. Then I fell to wondering why all these things
should be so--why he wished to remember the route of my journey,
the date of my arrival, and the fact that I meant to hire a yacht.
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