He was out of the room before Juliet had realized that he meant to suit his action to his word! With a wild impulse she would have sprung after him to ask other questions, but the door slammed in her face. She was too late. And besides, what would have been gained by keeping the man a moment more?
"I don't think there's anything further to do or say. But let him go quietly," Madame Veno advised.
Juliet turned upon her. "I believe you're in this!" she cried.
The elder woman smiled indulgently, as at a petulant child. "My dear, I'm not!" she said. "But I can't prove that, if you don't want to take my word."
"Oh, well, it doesn't matter!" Juliet sighed. "What do I owe you for—your services?"
"What you think they're worth. Pay me to-morrow," Madame replied.
To-morrow! It seemed that Juliet could not live till then!
CHAPTER XIX
OLD NICK
"I wish to heaven the scent of Pat's tobacco weren't so d—d strong on that handkerchief in the packet. It's the blackest bit of evidence against him!" Manners was saying to the detective, in Claremanagh's study, when a tap came at the door.