When I returned to Simla I told Mrs. Awksby of my discoveries, and spoke of the armchair. I fancied she colored slightly, but quickly recovered. "Dear old Sparkley," she said sweetly; "he WAS a champion liar!" I had not seen Mulledwiney for several days. Knowing the man this looked bad. So I dropped in on the Colonel. I found him in deep thought.
"What did you hear?" "Nothing I should not have heard." "Don't be like all the other men you silly boy!" she answered. "I was only trying to find out something about Sparkley. And I will find it out too," she said, clinching her thin little hand. "And what's more," she added, turning on me suddenly, "YOU shall help me!" "I?" I said in surprise. "Don't pretend!" she said poutingly.
This sounds clever, but you will at once perceive that it really means the opposite of what I intended to say. So we'll drop it. What I am trying to tell you is that after Sparkley had that affair with Miss Millikens a singular change came over him. He grew abstracted and solitary, holding dark seances with himself, which was odd, as everybody knew he never cared a rap for the Millikens girl.