“Nothing else,” was the reply. “I thought you might like to know this, sir. The man recognized the lady right enough.”
“It seems queer,” Laverick admitted. “Thank you for ringing me up, Shepherd. Good morning!”
Laverick leaned back in his chair. There was no doubt whatever now in his mind but that Mademoiselle Idiale, for some reason or other, was interested in this crime. Her wish to see the place, her introduction to him last night and her purchase of stocks, were all part of a scheme. He was suddenly and absolutely convinced of it. As friend or foe, she was very certainly about to take her place amongst the few people over whom this tragedy loomed.
CHAPTER XXII
ACTIVITY OF AUSTRIAN SPIES
Louise left her brougham in Piccadilly and walked across the Green Park. Bellamy, who was waiting, rose up from a seat, hat in hand. She took his arm in foreign fashion. They walked together towards Buckingham Palace—a strangely distinguished-looking couple.
“My dear David,” she said, “the man perplexes me. To look at him, to hear him speak, one would swear that he was honest. He has just those clear blue eyes and the stolid face, half stupid and half splendid, of your athletic Englishman. One would imagine him doing a foolishly honorable thing, but he is not my conception of a criminal at all.”
Bellamy kicked a pebble from the path. His forehead wore a perplexed frown.
“He didn’t give himself away, then?”
“Not in the least.”
“He took you out and showed you the spot where it happened?”