"Come now, Frederick, it is past three in the morning, and to-morrow we have still another day's work."
"Goodnight, Monk."
"Goodnight."
"Stop a minute; two things I must ask you before we go. Where does Mrs. Reierson live?"
"She lives in her old den in Russelök Street, No. 44."
"Where could one find the clothes which Evelina had on that day when the robbery was committed? I mean the hat and jacket which she wears in the photograph."
"Very probably Mrs. Reierson still has them, if she hasn't sold them. They were produced in court, but were later on naturally given back to the unhappy girl's mother. But why do you ask about them? You know, of course, that—"
"That is my business for the present; good night, once more."
The last conversation was carried on between Clara and Monk. I listened to them in astonishment. What in all the world did Clara mean by these questions?
As we wandered homeward in the moonlight, with Clara on my arm, I tried to find out what her purpose had been with regard to her last questions to Monk.