Herriard saw the futility of saying more, so, with just a glance at the grey face, cruel in its rigidity, he left him.
CHAPTER XVI
NEARING A CRISIS
“MR. HERRIARD, you are not satisfied?”
“No, Countess; not altogether.”
“What better result could you have hoped for?”
“None, so far as the trial went. But, for your sake, I shall never rest satisfied till the mystery of this case has been incontestably solved.”
They were sitting together in the drawing-room; Count Prosper and an Austrian girl, who was on a visit to England and had completed the partie carrée, were at the piano in the room beyond.
“The obvious solution,” Alexia said, “is the man whom that poor fellow, Campion, saw getting out of the window.”
“Undoubtedly. But we must find him.”
“Ah! That will be difficult?”