"Never mind--never mind!" interrupted Walter irritably. "What is the matter, Julia?"
"She laid her cool hand on his head.
"How hot your brow is," she said soothingly. "You have never been yourself since this horrid murder."
"We agreed not to talk of it again," said Fane, moving his head from under her hand.
"I fear we must," said his wife, sitting down. "Don't go, Mr. Calvert. This is no secret. Merely a paragraph in the paper."
"Have they found out anything?" asked Arnold quietly.
"Well, it seems to be a sort of a clue. This room, you know----"
"This room!" Both men looked round the White Room, and then at one another. Finally both pairs of eyes were fixed on Mrs. Fane's face.
"Yes," she said calmly. "I need not read the paragraph. The gist of it is that the police have received a letter stating that there is a room like this in a house at Hampstead."
"At Hampstead?" said Calvert, advancing a step.