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Anna was doing just what he said. She stood there, and she looked at him. The tips of her fingers just touched the table. I saw a picture once of the arrest of a Nihilist-I think it was called The Order of Arrest. I saw it when I was about ten, and it made a great impression on me. There was a girl standing behind a table, just touching it. She had big dark eyes, and she was staring out of the picture as if she was looking at something dreadful. Anna was standing and looking just like that. I suppose it was wrong of me, but I couldn’t help wondering whether she remembered the picture too. She didn’t say anything; she just looked.

My uncle turned to me.

“She was trying to make me believe you’d taken the Queen Anne bow. We’ve had a burglary, and it’s gone. She was trying to make me believe you’d taken it.”

“It’s sewn into the corner of my coat,” I said.

He let go of me and stood back. It must have been a bit of a shock. If I hadn’t been feeling so stupid, I might have broken it a bit more gently. He looked at me, and he looked at Anna, and Anna laughed.

My uncle thumped the table.

“And who put it there?” he said.

I didn’t answer him. I went over to the bureau and picked up a penknife. I thought it was time the Queen Anne bow was back in its safe. I cut a stitch, pulled the thread and broke it. The bow was pushed right down into the hem. I took it out and laid it on the table by my uncle’s hand. The setting was tarnished, and the diamonds looked dull, but the two big emeralds were like burning green water.

Anna’s eyes went to them and stayed there. I expect she was thinking they would suit her. I don’t know whether it went through her mind that she wouldn’t ever wear them now.

“Who put it in your coat?” said my uncle. Then, when I didn’t answer, he got angry and banged again. “You don’t sew, do you-what? Some one put it there, and I want to know who!”

Anna laughed and stepped back from the table.

“You are very chivalrous all of a sudden, Car! Don’t you know who sewed the bow in your coat?”

I said, “Yes. Don’t you want to catch that train of yours, Anna?”

“Train?” said my uncle. “What train? Where’s she going?”

The door opened, and William came in. He was trying to look as if he didn’t know that there was something up. I felt sorry for him-it’s his ambition to be the perfect butler, but he hasn’t got a butler’s face.

“The car’s at the door, miss,” he said. Then he tried not to look at us and went out again, fairly boiling with curiosity.

Anna saw her chance of a good exit and took it.

“I’m going to my husband,” she said in her best tragedy voice.

My uncle’s jaw dropped about half a foot.

“Your what?”

“My husband,” said Anna. “I was married to Arbuthnot Markham a fortnight ago.”

My uncle got very red in the face. He began to speak, stopped, and got redder still.

Anna looked at us both, very loftily.

“Good-by,” she said, and she began to move towards the door; but she had only got half-way, when she stopped.

She looked round at me, and I thought she was going to say something, but she didn’t. She went quickly out of the room and shut the door.

My uncle stared after her, angry and confused.

“Bless my soul! Married?” he said. “What? Married? What’s all this?” He jerked his shoulders back as if he was throwing something off. “Well, I wish him joy of her!”

It was whilst he was speaking that I saw there was some one else in the room. I very nearly jumped, because there was a sort of effect of his having appeared out of nothing. As a matter of fact, as soon as I had time to think, I realized that he had come in with my uncle. I hadn’t seen him, because he had been standing behind me. But Anna must have seen him. It struck me afterwards that that was why she didn’t say whatever it was she was going to say before she went out of the room.

Well, I looked at him and pulled myself together. He was a little man with thin, neat hair, sharpish gray eyes, and the sort of nose that is made for a pince-nez. The pince-nez sat neatly on the nose. He wore a natty gent’s suiting, and he took a very small size in black boots. I had never seen him before, but I knew him at once.

He put up his hand and fiddled with his pince-nez, and he said,

“Good morning, Mr. Fairfax.”

It was Z.10 Smith.

It was such a relief that I felt as if a ton of bricks had been suddenly lifted off me. The beastliest part of the whole beastly nightmare I had been wandering about in was the perfectly damnable idea that Z.10 was acting for Anna. I had never been able quite to shake it off. Z.10 here, with my uncle, meant something quite different. This all went through my head very quickly.

I said, “Good morning, Mr. Smith,” and my uncle stopped staring after Anna and slapped me on the back.

“Well,” he said-“well? So you recognize him-what? What did you think? Did you guess he came from-me what?”

“No, I didn’t,” I said. I was feeling a bit angry. “I wish I had!” I said.

My uncle broke into a shout of laughter.

“You weren’t meant to! No, no-not a bit of it! His name’s really Smith, you know-Smith and Wilkins, Enquiry Agents.”

He took me by the arm and walked me away to the other side of the room, dropping his voice till I could hardly hear what he said.

“Worried about you-began to think Anna’d been bamboozling me-found her out in a lie or two-makes you wonder whether it isn’t all lies-what?” He gripped my arm. “I missed you, my boy. We’ve both got tempers-runs in the family-said a lot of things that didn’t make it easy to climb down, both of us-what?”

I looked round and saw Z.10 vanishing discreetly. I heard the door close behind him. I don’t think my uncle noticed. He went on, still holding me tight and mumbling between embarrassment and discretion:

“Thought I’d find out how you were getting on-couldn’t do it myself-got him instead-Smith-Perkins recommended him-very efficient-what?-discreet-confidential-had to take him into my confidence a good deal-about Anna- what?”

“She knew,” I said.

“Yes-Smith said so-said she butted in-sent that fellow Markham ferreting round-kept the appointment Smith had made with you-” He broke into a half laugh and slapped my shoulder. “He saw her carry you off, and didn’t know what to make of it, by Jove!”

“How did she know?” I asked.

“Listened when I was telephoning. You don’t think of things like that-not with your own family-but that’s what she must have done-eavesdropped-opened letters too, I shouldn’t wonder!” He made a sound of disgust. “Who’s this fellow she’s married? He’ll be sorry for himself before he’s through-what?”

“Or she will,” I said.

My uncle looked up hopefully.

“What? Is he that sort? I hope he is-I hope he is!”

Then he let go of me and stepped back.

“You don’t bear me a grudge, do you-what? I didn’t think you did-not when you spoke about me.”

“When I spoke about you?”

He got very red.

“Perhaps it wasn’t altogether fair-not playing the game- what? But I wouldn’t have held it up against you if you’d grumbled a bit.”

I hadn’t the slightest idea what he was driving at.

He turned plum-color.

“The other night!” he said explosively. “Damn it! What was I to do-what? I wanted to see you-couldn’t think of any other way-wanted to know-what you felt about me-got my pride as well as you, you know.”

My mind was a complete blank. I suppose I looked as puzzled as I felt.