The Green Bungalow by Fred M. White

For the present, at any rate, Macglendy and Shute had finished their campaign, and the latter was back at Brighton again, working at his book in the morning, leaving Nettie free most afternoons to do as she pleased. So far, she had not seen Harley, who was no longer at the bungalow or on his yacht, for the simple reason that at Blythe's suggestion, he had gone off to London for a day or two, and had promised to remain there without communicating with anybody, until such time as Blythe sent for him. He had intimated to Nettie by letter that Harley was perfectly safe, but that, for the moment, it was essential that he should keep away from Brighton. He had asked Nettie to meet him, and, accordingly, they came together in the afternoon, somewhere on the front, and wandered up Kemp Town way until they found a quiet seat.

"Now, I dare say you have been wondering what has been going on all this time," Blythe said. "I can assure you that I have not been wasting my time. I suppose you haven't heard from Harley?"