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It was amazing how easy everything became. Mr. Ledgard's servants collected Jan's cabin baggage and took it with them in the tender and, on arrival, in a tikka-gharri the little pony-carriage which is the gondola of Bombay and almost before she quite realised that the voyage was over she found herself seated beside Peter in a comfortable motor-car, with a cheerful little Hindu chauffeur at the steering-wheel, sliding through wide, well-watered streets, still comparatively empty because it was so early.
She was quite cheerful and full of plans for Jan's amusement; plans in which, of course, she proposed to take no part herself. Jan listened in considerable dismay to arrangements which appeared to her to make enormous inroads into Peter Ledgard's leisure hours. He and his motor seemed to be quite at Fay's disposal, and Jan found the situation both bewildering and embarrassing.
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.
Did you rent the flat from a friend of his?" "I didn't 'rent' the flat from anybody," Fay answered. "It's Peter's own flat. He lent it to us." Jan turned and stared at her sister. "Mr. Ledgard's flat!" she repeated. "And what is he doing?" "He's living at the club just now. He turned out when we came. Don't look at me like that, Jan.... There was nothing else to be done."
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