"I wish you would tell me all you have discovered—how near you are to clearing up the mystery."
"I fear I am still very far from that. It is the history of a remote crime which occupies me at the present, and I hope in that history of the past to find the clue to poor Léonie's death. I shall know more in a few days."
"How so?"
"You saw my advertisement in the Times. If that advertisement be not answered within a week, I shall conclude that the man who was to have met Léonie Lemarque on the morning of July 5th has some part in the guilt of her death."
"And then—"
"And then it will be my business or Mr. Distin's business to find that man."
They were at the door of the hotel by this time, and here Heathcote bade Dora adieu.
"We shall meet again before you leave Paris, I daresay," he said. "If Wyllard wants me he will know where to find me."
"You are not going home yet?"
"No; I am likely to stay here some little time."