Cleek laughed again.
"I suspected everybody," he replied, "yourself included, until I saw Marie. Then if a straw will show you which way the wind blows, the presence of many feathers clinging to the lady's skirts and the sight of that very deep French-made feather bed being moved out by two French-looking moving men told me the rest.
"Good-bye, Mr. Belthouse, and here's to our next meeting."
He stepped into the waiting limousine and was whizzed away with Mr. Narkom beaming beside him.
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
THE MYSTERY OF THE "ROPE OF FEAR"
"Let's hope we have a few weeks' peace," said Cleek with a little gesture of weariness as the car drew up at his lodging, and he took leave of Mr. Narkom.