The next
day you accept the suggestion. And the next day to that you go to St.
Crux. Once more, my dear sir! Thumb--works of Art. Forefinger--cut me
on the Parade. Middle finger--tired of Aldborough. Third finger--take
Lecount's advice. Little finger--off to St. Crux. Nothing can be
clearer--nothing can be easier to do. Is there anything you don't
understand? Anything that I can explain over again before you go?"
"Only one thing," said Noel Vanstone. "Is it settled that I am not to
come here again before I go to St. Crux?"
"Most decidedly!" answered the captain. "The whole success of the
enterprise depends on your keeping away. Mrs. Lecount will try the
credibility of everything you say to her by one test--the test of your
communicating, or not, with this house. She will watch you night and
day! Don't call here, don't send messages, don't write letters; don't
even go out by yourself. Let her see you start for St. Crux on her
suggestion, with the absolute certainty in her own mind that you have
followed her advice without communicating it in any form whatever to me
or to my niece. Do that, and she _must_ believe you, on the best of all
evidence for our interests, and the worst for hers--the evidence of her
own senses.
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