"Somewhere around then."
"Was their behaviour in any way noticeable?"
"The porter was so sleepy that he can't remember much about it. He had an impression that they came in arm in arm and went quietly upstairs."
"They were alone?"
"Certainly."
"But what do you think they had done with Lady Wilmersley?"
"But, my lord, you didn't expect that they would bring her to the hotel, did you? If they were her friends, their first care would be for her safety. If they were not—well, we will have to look for another victim, that is all."
"You think that there is that possibility?" inquired Cyril eagerly.
"I do, my lord." The Inspector rose ponderously to his feet. "I mustn't keep you any longer." He hesitated a moment, eyeing Cyril doubtfully. There was evidently still something he wished to say.
Cyril had also risen to his feet and stood leaning against the mantelpiece, idly wondering at the man's embarrassment.