Why would there?"
"If Mr. Meldon had seen Patsy Flaherty last night," said the Major,
"there probably would have been."
"Do you mean to say," said Meldon, "that he drove straight off to see
Miss King?"
"It's where he told the driver to go, any way," said Doyle, "and it's
there he went without he changed his mind on the way. What I was
thinking was that maybe he's acquainted with Miss King."
"He is," said Meldon. "I know that. I don't believe that he's ever
spoken to her except in public, but he certainly knows who she is."
"What I'm thinking," said Doyle, "is that he intended asking if he
might go up to the big house and stay there along with her for such
time as he might be in Ballymoy."
"He can't have done that," said Meldon. "There are reasons which the
Major understands, though you don't, which render that idea quite
impossible. Speaking on the spur of the moment, and without thinking
the matter out thoroughly, I am inclined to suppose that he connects
Miss King with the condition of his bed last night and the persistent
flavour of paraffin oil in his food. He's probably gone up to speak to
her about that.
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