She glanced at the clock.
“I must be there in a quarter of an hour,” she told him.
“I will drive you to the theatre,” he said, “and then go round and fetch my ticket.”
As he waited for her in the reception hall of the restaurant, he took an evening paper from the stall. A brief paragraph at once attracted his attention.
Murder in the City.—We understand that very important information has come into the hands of the police. An arrest is expected to-night or to-morrow at the latest.
He crushed the paper in his hand and threw it on one side. It was the usual sort of thing. There was nothing they could have found out—nothing, he told himself.
CHAPTER XIX
MYSTERIOUS INQUIRIES
As soon as he had gone through his letters on the following morning, Laverick, in response to a second and more urgent message, went round to his bank. Mr. Fenwick greeted him gravely. He was feeling keenly the responsibilities of his position. Just how much to say and how much to leave unsaid was a question which called for a full measure of diplomacy.
“You understand, Mr. Laverick,” he began, “that I wished to see you with regard to the arrangement we came to the day before yesterday.”
Laverick nodded. It suited him to remain monosyllabic.