“He will do nothing till Monday,” said Carslake thoughtfully. “Dan only works in banking hours, but when he does work he moves! I take off my hat to Dan—he’s clever.”
“Who is he?”
“A man named Throgood. He used to be an actor—I believe he’s played opposite some of the best people in America. He was the English dude type. He himself is English or Welsh. His partner is an American or a Canadian, and an ex-chorus girl. Maybe it’s the same—rather slight, short, with golden hair, blue eyes?”
Bobbie shook his head.
“Doesn’t sound like Mrs. van Oynne,” he said, hope dawning in his breast. “Perhaps I’m mistaken. You’re sure?”
Carslake nodded.
“We trailed her to Paris and missed her. I shouldn’t think he’d be working again for a very long time. He likes to allow the excitement to die down, and I shouldn’t think that he’d take on a new partner; they require very careful training.” He chuckled. “Double Dan’s getting on the nerves of some of your commercial people,” he said, “but I don’t think I should worry very much about him. Anyway, I’ll come along and see you on Monday.”
Bobbie went home, feeling happier than he had been for the past twenty-four hours.
CHAPTER XIX
His servant had news for him.