“No,” I replied; “on the contrary. He interviewed Madame de Stämer, and came out with a flea in his ear.”
“Good,” said Harley, smiling. “A clever woman, and a woman of spirit, Knox.”
“You are right,” I replied, “and you are also right in supposing that I have a communication to make to you.”
“Ah, I thought so. What is it?”
“It is a theory, Harley, which appears to me to cover the facts of the case.”
“Indeed?” said he, continuing to stare at me. “And what inspired it?”
“I was staring up at the window of the smoke-room to-day, and I remembered the shadow which you had seen upon the blind.”
“Yes?” he cried, eagerly; “and does your theory explain that, too?”
“It does, Harley.”
“Then I am all anxiety to hear it.”