“Lenora,” he said quietly, “that was kind of a brutal note I told you to give to French, but I thought you’d understand.”
She raised her eyes suddenly to his.
“Understand what?” she whispered.
The secretary entered the room, helped Quest on with his coat and handed him his hat.
“If you are quite ready, Lenora.”
“Ready?” she exclaimed. “Where are we going?”
Quest sighed.
“Fancy having to explain all these things!” he said, taking her arm. “I just want you to understand, Lenora, that I’ve waited—quite long enough. Parkins,” he added, turning to his secretary, “if any one calls, just say that my wife and I will be back early in the afternoon. And you’d better step upstairs to the laboratory and give my compliments to Inspector French, and say that I hope he and Miss Laura will join us at Delmonico’s for luncheon at one o’clock.”
“Very good, sir,” the man replied.
Lenora’s face was suddenly transformed. She passed her arm through Quest’s. He stooped and kissed her as he led her towards the door.