‘She is a good deal upset, poor girl,’ Merton remarked to Madame Claudine, who, on going to comfort Miss Markham with tea, found her weeping. Merton took another cab, and drove to Trevor’s house.
After dinner (at which there were no guests), and in the smoking-room, Trevor asked whether he had made any progress.
‘Everything succeeded to a wish,’ said Merton. ‘You remember Water Lane?’
‘Where Logan carried the Siamese cat in my cab,’ said Trevor, grinning at the reminiscence. ‘Rather! I reconnoitred the place with Logan.’
‘Well, on the day after to-morrow I have business there.’
‘Not at the Cats’ Home?’
‘No, but perhaps you might reconnoitre again. Do you remember a house with high walls and spikes on them?’
‘I do,’ said Trevor; ‘but how do you know? You
never were there. You disapproved of Logan’s method in the case of the cat.’
‘I never was there; I only made a guess, because the house I am interested in is a private asylum.’