“He’ll never give it up! What can I do?”
“All you can do at present is to remain quietly up here in your comfortable rooms. Leave the rest to me.”
“But if he gets in?”
“He won’t. Even if he came upstairs—and he won’t be allowed to—he has no key of your outer door. Now I’ll go down and leave this note at the bureau. If he comes back and receives it, that will probably decide him to give the thing up. He is counting on the weakness of your will. This note will show him you have made up your mind. By the way”—he fixed his dark eyes on her—“you have made up your mind?”
She blushed up to her hair.
“Oh, yes—yes!”
“Very well. To-morrow I shall go to Scotland Yard. We’ll get him out of the country one way or another.”
She accompanied him to the outer door of the apartment. When he had gone out she shut it behind him, and he heard the click of a bolt being pushed home.
Before leaving the hotel Sir Seymour again sought his discreet friend Henriques, to whom he gave Miss Van Tuyn’s note.
“So the fellow has been?” he said.