"Yes, madame. And the other man hasn't come in. Mr. Doyle was here, but he didn't stay long. I heard him telephone for a taxicab to take him to the Grand Central. He seemed to be catching a train and looked as if prepared to stay away overnight."
"A train?" caught up Honora, eagerly. "Very well, Celeste. When Mr. Shattuck comes, let him in. Watch. Let me know if you see any one watching. It—it seems—I can't understand it."
The maid murmured something soothing in French to Honora and departed.
For some time—it seemed an hour—we waited in silence. Finally Kennedy reached over and touched my elbow. Again I could hear that low vibration, as of some one walking.
"It's Shattuck—I'll bet," Craig cried, excitedly.
Sure enough, it was, as we soon found out both by his voice and the conversation.
"You've heard about Vina and the doctor?" he asked, almost as soon as he entered.
"No," replied Honora. "What about them?"
"They've separated. Lathrop has put a notice in the papers that he will no longer be responsible for his wife's debts."
Honora uttered a quick exclamation of surprise.