Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I read in a newspaper that he was dead. It was the first thing I saw in London, the bill of a newspaper——"
Van Ingen gave her time to recover her voice.
"And Miss Dominguez?"
"She took this furnished flat near to hers," said the girl; "she lives here——"
"Does she?" asked Van Ingen artlessly. He took up the registered parcel which she had put on the table.
It was fairly light.
"Now, Miss Hyatt," he said, very gently. "I want you to do something for me; and I must tell you that, although I ask it as a favour, I can enforce my wishes as a right."
"I will do anything," said the girl eagerly.
"Very well; you must let me take this book away."