“You didn’t know?”
Another pause.
“Oh, yes, I knew; in fact, I accompanied her part of the way to London, and was bumped off when the trolley struck a refuge on the Great West Road. Meadows is here: he has just come from Oberzohn’s. He says he has found nothing.”
Manfred thought for a while.
“We will be back soon after nine,” he said.
“Leon driving you?” was the dry response.
“Yes—in spite of which we shall be back at nine.”
“That man has got a grudge against my driving,” said Leon, when Manfred reported the conversation. “I knew it was he when Digby described the car and said there was a fat roll of mackintosh on the top. ‘Fat roll’ is not a bad description. Do you know whether Poiccart spoke to Miss Leicester?”
“Yes, he asked her if she grew onions”—a reply which sent Leon into fits of silent laughter.
Breakfast was over and they were making their preparations for departure, when Leon asked unexpectedly: