“Of course!” he murmured to himself.
“Mr. Laverick,” Louise said quietly, “in this matter I am no man’s judge, yet, as you and I know well, that paper could have come into your hands in one way, and one way only. There may be some explanation. If so, it is for you to offer it or not, as you think best. Mr. Bellamy and I are allies in this matter. It is not our business to interfere with the course of justice. You will run no risk in parting with that paper.
“Where can I see Bellamy?” Laverick Inquired, rising and taking up his hat.
“He would go straight to your rooms,” she answered. “Did you leave word there where you had gone?”
“Purposely I did not,” Laverick replied. “I had better try and find him, perhaps.”
“It is not necessary,” she announced. “No wonder that you feel yourself to have wandered into the Arabian Nights, Mr. Laverick. There are two sets of spies who follow you everywhere—two sets that I know of. There may be another.”
“You think that Bellamy will find me?” he asked.
“I am sure of it.”
“Then I’ll go back to the hotel and wait.”
She hurried him away, but at the door she detained him for a moment.