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So many had friends to meet them, and all seemed full of pleasure in arrival. Jan was just beginning to feel rather forlorn and anxious when the Purser, fussed and over-driven as he always is at such times, came towards her, followed by a tall man wearing a pith helmet and an overcoat. "Mr. Ledgard has come to meet you, Miss Ross, so you'll be all right."
"I like all sensible animals," was Meg's response, and she vanished into a bedroom. "Don't you think it is very extraordinary that I have never had one line from Hugo since the letter I got at Aden?" asked Jan. It was Friday evening, the Indian mail was in, and there was a letter from Peter the fourth since her return. "But you've heard of him from Mr. Ledgard," Meg pointed out.
Then there was that fellow Ledgard what did he want hanging about, pretending to fish? He was after Jan and her money, that was his game. But however clear Peter Ledgard's nefarious intentions might be, Hugo confessed his sister-in-law puzzled him. She wasn't nearly as much afraid of him as he had expected.
Then came a letter with the Amber Guiting post-mark, and in a handwriting he did not know a funny little, clear, square handwriting with character in every stroke. He opened it and read: "DEAR MR. LEDGARD, "It is just possible you may have heard of me from Mrs.
He's inconvenient and disgraceful, and they'd like him blotted out as soon as possible." "What else does Mr. Ledgard say? He seems to write good long letters." "He is coming home at the end of April for six months." "Oh ... then we shall see him, I suppose?" "I hope so."
"What about the money in the bank, then? Did you use it?" Jan blushed. "No, I couldn't bear to touch his money ... Mr. Ledgard said it was idiotic...." "So it was; it was Fay's money, not his. For all your good sense, Jan, sometimes you're sentimental as a schoolgirl." "I daresay it was stupid, and I didn't dare to tell Mr.
Look at Mr. Ledgard he's not what you'd call a beautiful person, and yet I'm sure we all like to look at him." "Sometimes you say Peter, and sometimes Mr. Ledgard. Why?" Again Jan's heart gave that queer, uncomfortable jump. She certainly always thought of him as Peter. Quite unconsciously she occasionally spoke of him as Peter. Meg had observed this, but, unlike Tony, made no remark. "Why?"
Ledgard say anything about Hugo in that letter to-night?" "Only that he was known to have left Karachi in a small steamer going round the coast, but after that nothing more. Mr. Ledgard has a friend in the Police, and even there they've heard nothing lately. I think myself the Indian Government wants to lose sight of Hugo.
"Please try to realise, dear Mr. Ledgard, that my sense of your kindness is deep and abiding, and, believe me, yours, in most true gratitude, For a long time Peter sat very still, staring at the cheerful, highly-coloured face painted on Fay's ball. Cigarette after cigarette did he smoke as he reviewed the experience of the last six weeks.
Ledgard I'd left it," Jan said humbly; "but I felt that perhaps that money might help him if things got very desperate; I left it in his name and a letter telling him I had done so ... I didn't give him any money...." "It was precisely the same thing." "And he may never have got the letter." "I hope he hasn't." "Oh, Meg, I do so hate uncertainty. I'd rather know the worst.
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