I think
he wants to see you. Won't you come in? I'll send Callaghan to look
for him."
"Thanks," said Meldon. "I think I'll go and look for him myself. I
should rather like the walk, and I might be some use to him in showing
him the pools. I used to fish this river a good deal myself at one
time. By the way, did he say what he wants to see me about?"
"He didn't go into details," said Miss King, "but I rather think he
wants to ask you some questions about--"
"Did he mention the subject of paraffin oil?"
Miss King smiled.
"I'm sorry that's weighing on his mind," said Meldon. "I thought he
might have got over it by this time. However, it won't take long to
explain it. I won't say good-bye, Miss King. I shall probably see you
again this afternoon."
"Won't you come back for luncheon? It will be ready at half-past one."
"No, thanks. I can't. The fact is I'm thinking of dropping in on Mr.
Simpkins about that time. He may be coming up here with me in the
afternoon. He has something he wants to say to you."
"About the fishing?"
"No. The fact is--but I'd better let the poor fellow explain himself.
I'll run off now and hunt about for Sir Gilbert.
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