I waited a long time that evening, and he didn’t come for me. So I thought maybe I had been in the wrong. I swallowed my pride and went to look for him. I opened the door of Mr. Kirk’s office and went in. Of course I thought Mr. Kinsey would be there. Sir Frederic was alone in the office - Mr. Kinsey had gone. I muttered some apology - Sir Frederic didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. I hurried out again and - perhaps you know the feeling, Miss Morrow -“

“You burst into tears, because Mr. Kinsey hadn’t waited?”

“I’m afraid I did. It was silly of me, wasn’t it?”

“Well, that doesn’t matter.” Miss Morrow was silent for a moment. “The company you work for - it imports from India, I believe?”

“Yes - silk and cotton, mostly.”

“Have you ever been in India, Miss Barr?”

The girl hesitated. “When I was quite young - I lived there for some years - with my mother and father.”

“Where in India?”

“Calcutta, mostly.”

“Other places, too?” The girl nodded. “In Peshawar, perhaps?”

“No,” answered Miss Barr. “I was never in Peshawar.”

Chan coughed rather loudly, and, catching his eye, Miss Morrow dropped the matter of India. “You had never heard of Sir Frederic before he came here?” she asked.

“Oh, no, indeed.”

“And you saw him just that once, when he said nothing at all?”

“Only that once.”

Miss Morrow rose. “Thank you very much. That is all for the present. I trust Mr. Kinsey has apologized?”

The girl smiled. “Oh, yes - that’s all right now. Thank you for asking.” She went out quickly.

Barry Kirk had disappeared from the room, and now he returned. “Kinsey’s on his way up,” he announced. “Grab him quick before they can compare notes - that was my idea. Getting to be some little detective myself.”

“Excellent,” nodded Miss Morrow approvingly. A tall, dark young man, very well dressed, came in.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Kirk?” he inquired.

“Yes. Sorry to butt into your private affairs, Kinsey, but I hear you are sort of engaged to a Miss Lila Barr, who works in one of the offices.