"I guess, Allan," he said in his American fashion, "there is a mistake
somewhere. To answer the last part of your question first, I did not
leave you without a word; I gave a letter to that lame old Griqua
gardener of yours, Jack, to be handed to you when you arrived."
"Then the idiot either lost it and lied to me, as Griquas will, or he
forgot all about it."
"That is likely. I ought to have thought of that, Allan, but I didn't.
Well, in that letter I said that I would meet you here, where I should
have been six weeks ago awaiting you. Also I sent a message to Bausi
to warn him of your coming in case I should be delayed, but I suppose
that something happened to it on the road."
"Why did you not wait and come with us like a sensible man?"
"Allan, as you ask me straight out, I will tell you, although the
subject is one of which I do not care to speak. I knew that you were
going to journey by Kilwa; indeed it was your only route with a lot of
people and so much baggage, and I did not wish to visit Kilwa.
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