“No, I have no choice,” Louise told him. “I bring with me a cheque,—see, I give it to you,—it is for six thousand pounds. I would like to buy some stocks with this, and to know the names so that I may watch them in the paper. I like to see whether they go up or down, but I do not wish to risk their going down too much. It is something like gambling but it is no trouble.”
“Your money shall be spent in a few minutes, Mademoiselle,” Laverick assured her, “and I think I can promise you that for a week or two, at any rate, your stocks will go up. With regard to selling—”
“I leave everything to you,” she interrupted, “only let me know what you propose.”
“We will do our best,” Laverick promised.
“It is good,” she said. “Money is a wonderful thing. Without it one can do little. You have not forgotten, Mr. Laverick, that you were going to show me this passage?”
“Certainly not. Come with me now, if you will. It is only a yard or two away.”
He took her out into the street. Every clerk in the office forgot his manners and craned his neck. Outside, Mademoiselle let fall her veil and passed unrecognized. Laverick showed her the entry.
“It was just there,” he explained, “about half a dozen yards up on the left, that the body was found.”
She looked at the place steadily. Then she looked along the passage.
“Where does it lead to—that?” she asked.