“That wouldn’t be likely.”
Michael was puzzled.
“What the dickens does it mean? What did the woman say?”
“She said that Miss Leamington wanted her to bring up the manuscript if she found it.”
Michael was out of the house in a second, and, racing down the street, overtook the woman.
“Will you come back, please?” he said, and escorted her to the house again. “Just tell Mr. Knebworth why Miss Leamington sent this manuscript, and what you mean by having ‘forgotten’ it.”
“Why, when she came up to you——” began the woman.
“Came up to me?” cried Knebworth quickly.
“A gentleman from the studio called for her, and said you wanted to see her,” said the landlady. “Miss Leamington was just going to bed, but I took up the message. He said you wanted to see her about the play, and asked her to bring the manuscript. She had mislaid it somewhere and was in a great state about it, so I told her to go on, as you were in a hurry, and I’d bring it up. At least, she asked me to do that.”
“What sort of a gentleman was it who called?”