Hilda Wade

Dear Hubert, –she turned to me with an indulgent smile, – for a clever man, you are really TOO foolish! Can’t you see that you have betrayed my whereabouts to Sebastian? I crept away secretly, like a thief in the night, giving no name or place; and, having the world to ransack, he might have found it hard to track me; for HE had not YOUR clue of the Basingstoke letter–nor your reason for seeking me. But now that YOU have followed me openly, with your name blazoned forth in the company’s passenger-lists, and your traces left plain in hotels and stages across the map of South Africa–why, the spoor is easy. If Sebastian cares to find us, he can follow the scent all through without trouble.