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All this time Stella had asked no questions. She was perhaps conscious that something important was taking place, for she knew something of Everard Stokes, for was he not the man who had written that exceedingly unpleasant letter to her uncle some little time ago? Therefore, it must have struck her as a little strange that this open enemy should suddenly have appeared at the bungalow in the guise of a welcomed guest. Most people who came down to the bungalow were of the pleasant, easy, friendly type, devoted to golf and kindred amusements.
Stokes was a golfer, of course; but Stella was quite persuaded in her mind that the pursuit of the game was the last thing that had brought Stokes down there. Then, again, there was Dr. Gilbert, to say nothing of Josh, whose past was perfectly well known to Stella. That something important was going on she felt quite sure, but it was no business of hers to ask questions, and, besides, she knew she would be told all about it sooner or later. Therefore, like the sensible girl she was, she put the whole thing out of her mind and devoted herself entirely to her guest.