"One moment," returned Torry. "I am not yet at the end of my resources."
His keen eye had caught sight of a fur travelling-coat hanging up in a distant corner; and towards this he walked. On purchasing the ticket, he thought, Mr. Grent would probably put it in the breast pocket of his travelling-coat, so as to run no risk of leaving it behind. As he had been disguised on the night of his murder, it was improbable that he would have taken it with him.
"If anywhere," said Torry, putting his hand into the breast-pocket of the fur coat, "it will be here. Hullo!"
The exclamation was drawn from him in sheer astonishment. He had found not one ticket, but two; and both were made out by Cook, from London to Genoa.
"Two tickets!" cried Torry in amazement. "Then he intended to take someone with him."
Leighbourne jumped up and looked at the two tickets over Torry's shoulder. "It is very strange," said he at length. "You are right, Mr. Torry; Mr. Grent intended to go away. But why to Genoa?"
"To catch the boat to Lima, of course."
"There is no line to Lima from Italy."
"There is a line of steamers to Buenos Ayres, however," said Torry briskly. "I know that for a fact. I wonder who the woman is?"
"The woman?"