"They're always publishing my photograph," she said. "I can't imagine
why they do it."
"I quite understand now," said Meldon, "why you're going down to
Ballymoy. You couldn't go to a better place for privacy and quiet;
complete quiet. I'm sure you want it."
"Yes," said Miss King. "I feel that I do. Now that you know who I am,
you will understand. I chose Ballymoy because it seemed so very remote
from everywhere."
She did not think it necessary to mention that she wanted to study the
Irish character. Now that Meldon was talking in an interesting way she
felt inclined to encourage him to reveal himself.
"Quite right. It is. I don't know a remoter place. Nobody will know
you there, and if anybody guesses, I'll make it my business to put them
off the scent at once. But there'll be no necessity for that. There
isn't a man in the place will connect Miss King with the other lady.
All the same, I don't think I'd stop too long at Doyle's hotel if I
were you. Doyle is frightfully curious about people."
"I'm not stopping there," said Miss King. "I have taken a house."
"What house? I know Ballymoy pretty well, and there isn't a house in
it you could take furnished, except the place that belonged to old Sir
Giles Buckley.
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