They stepped out and entered the taxi, unmolested, and Laverick ordered:
“To the Milan Hotel.”
CHAPTER XXIX
LASSEN’S TREACHERY DISCOVERED
About twenty minutes past six on the same evening, Bellamy, his clothes thick with dust, his face dark with anger, jumped lightly from a sixty horse-power car and rang the bell of the lift at number 15, Dover Street. Arrived on the first floor, he was confronted almost immediately by the sad-faced man-servant of Mademoiselle Idiale.
“Mademoiselle is in?” Bellamy asked quickly.
The man’s expression was one of sombre regret.
“Mademoiselle is spending the day in the country, sir. Bellamy took him by the shoulders and flung him against the wall.
“Thank you,” he said, “I’ve heard that before.”
He walked down the passage and knocked softly at the door of Louise’s sleeping apartment. There was no answer. He knocked again and listened at the key-hole. There was some movement inside but no one spoke.
“Louise,” he cried softly, “let me in. It is I—David.”