“My wife sailed for Europe, Tuesday.”
CHAPTER XI
LOLA TRAPPED
“Fifteen minutes he said.” Dr. Crossett glanced up at the clock. “He should be here very soon now.”
“I cannot see what difference a few minutes can possibly make, nor can I see what this ‘plain-clothes man,’ as John calls him, can do when he gets here,” said Lola impatiently.
“The whole thing seems absurd to me. What can one man do more than another?”
“I do not like this affair,” replied Dr. Crossett. “In Paris I had much to do with the medical side of criminal practice. I made a study of convicted felons for many years; of their minds, and their bodies. This girl is not of the type. Lola! you have a woman’s wit. If she did not do it, who did?”
He had been walking restlessly back and forth across the room, but as he asked her this question he stopped in front of her.
“Could it have been anyone beside Maria?”
“She and I were the only ones who knew how to open the safe,” Lola answered in a perfectly matter-of-fact voice. “Even I did not know that there was any money there, and I would not steal your money, for I know that I would only have to ask you for it, and you would give it to me.”