“Where else? She’s in league with Corbett, somehow, of that I am certain, and I think that the Monte Carlo address was a mere blind—a clever one, too, as it even deceived you, Mr. Bruce.”
“Yes. It did deceive me.”
“Then why are you so surprised at the suggestion that the lady should attempt to cross the Atlantic?”
“Because I have not your rapid perception of the points of the case.”
“That’s your way of pulling my leg, Mr. Bruce.”
The barrister smiled.
Mrs. Hillmer, of course, had gone to Monte Carlo. Once there she would have little difficulty in tracing the White Heather, and overtaking Mensmore.
She would warn him of the police pursuit, and there would be a scene between them.
How would it result? Would Mensmore, guilty, seek safety in flight? Would he, innocent, return to London and demand to be confronted with his accusers?