"All I can say is that it is thoroughly in keeping with your other suspicions of me, and that I find it absolutely unworthy." She laughed a little incredulously, not altogether naturally.
"My dear Henry," she protested, "I cannot flatter myself that there is any other person in the world sufficiently interested in my movements to have me watched." "Are you really under the impression that that is the case ?" he enquired grimly.
"It isn't a matter of impression at all," she retorted.

"It is the truth.

I was followed from London, I was watched at Cannes, I am watched here day by day--by a little man in a brown suit and a Homburg hat, and with a habit of lounging.

He lounges under my windows, he is probably lounging across the way now.

He has lounged within fifty yards of me for the last three weeks, and to tell you the truth I am tired of him.
Couldn't I have a week's holiday?
I'll keep a diary and tell you all that you want to know." "Is it sufficient," he asked, "for me to assure you, upon my word of honour, that I know nothing of this ?" She was somewhat startled.