He turned slowly away from them and re-entered the house. Quest and Lenora made their way down the avenue and entered the automobile which was waiting for them, almost in silence. The latter glanced towards his companion as they drove off.
“Say, this has been a bit tough for you,” he remarked. “I’ll have to call somewhere and get you a glass of wine.”
She tried to smile but her strength was almost gone. They drove to a restaurant and sat there for a some little time. Lenora soon recovered her colour. She even had courage to speak of the events of the afternoon when they re-entered the automobile.
“Mr. Quest,” she murmured, “who do you suppose burned the hut down?”
“If I don’t say Craig, I suppose you will,” he remarked. “I wonder whether Laura’s had any luck.”
They were greeted, as they entered Quest’s room, by a familiar little ticking. Quest smiled with pleasure.
“It’s the pocket wireless,” he declared. “Let me take down the message.”
He spelt it out to Lenora, who stood by his side:
“Have joined Servants’ Club disguised as your butler. Craig frequent visitor here ten years ago, comes now occasionally. Thursday evenings most likely time. Shall wait here on chance of seeing him.”
“Good girl, that,” Quest remarked. “She’s a rare sticker, too.”