“I was,” the young man admitted.
“You left the village of Scawton in a motor car with them?”
“Yes! We quarrelled on the way, and parted.”
“You were robbed of nothing?”
Victor Franklin smiled.
“Certainly not,” he answered. “I had nothing worth stealing except my plans, and they are in my pocket now.”
There was a few moments’ intense silence. Dory wheeled suddenly round, and looked to where Mr. Vincent Cawdor had been standing.
“Where is Mr. Cawdor?” he asked, sharply.
“The gentleman with the grey moustache left a few seconds ago,” one of the men at the door said. Dory was very pale.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I have to offer you my apologies. I have apparently been deceived by some false information. The charge is withdrawn.”