Chapter vii. On the Way to the Major.
“Yes,” said Benjamin. “It is a coincidence certainly. Still —”
He stopped and looked at me. He seemed a little doubtful how I might receive what he had it in his mind to say to me next.
“Go on,” I said.
“Still, my dear, I see nothing suspicious in what has happened,” he resumed. “To my mind it is quite natural that your husband, being in London, should pay a visit to one of his friends. And it’s equally natural that we should pass through Vivian Place on our way back here. This seems to be the reasonable view. What do you say?”
“I have told you already that my mind is in a bad way about Eustace,” I answered. “ I say there is some motive at the bottom of his visit to Major Fitz–David. It is not an ordinary call. I am firmly convinced it is not an o
