“What do you think?”
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Noel. “A bigamist, eh? Claire, you’re a double-eyed sorceress. I believe there’s something in it. Will you give me the letter?”
“I will.” She took it out of her bag and gave it to him.
“Don’t say anything to Connie yet. I’m going to try a bit of bluff on old What’s-His-Name. Of course she may be dead as mutton, but on the other hand she may not, as you say. Claire, you are——” Words failed him.
“It’s very interesting,” remarked Madame Claire. “Be careful of Petrovitch, and don’t say anything libelous. See what you can find out. But I can trust you to manage the affair. By the way, is Judy——?”
Noel nodded, smiling.
“Bless her! That’s really delightful! Stephen will be so pleased. I dare say I shall see her this afternoon.”
She returned to Connie, and Noel, much excited, made his way with all speed to Claridge’s, reading the letter as he went. At the hotel he wrote on his card:
“I would like to see you on a matter that concerns you and your immediate plans.”
In a few moments he was shown upstairs to Petrovitch’s rooms.