The Inspector manoeuvred to let the others pass on, and descended the stairs by Laura’s side.
“Couldn’t help it,” he confided, lowering his tone a little. “Had some information come in about that house I couldn’t quite size up. You’re looking well this morning, Miss Laura.”
“Say, who are you guying!” she replied.
“I mean it,” the Inspector persisted. “That hat seems to suit you.”
Laura laughed at the top of her voice.
“Say, kid,” she exclaimed to Lenora, “the Inspector here’s setting up as a judge of millinery!”
Lenora turned and looked at them both with an air of blank astonishment. The Inspector was a little embarrassed.
“No need to give me away like that,” he muttered, as they reached the hall. “Now then, ladies and gentlemen, if you are ready.”
They took their places in the automobile and drove off. As they neared the vicinity of Gayson Avenue, the Professor began to show signs of renewed uneasiness. When they drew up at last outside the house, he gave a little exclamation. His face was grave, almost haggard.
“Mr. Quest,” he said, “Inspector French, I deeply regret that I have a statement to make.”