There were no initials even, and the message was written in block capitals.
“Bold,” said Gatineau, putting the message down.
“Not so very bold,” said Clement. “The Englishman who doesn’t look brainy is interned at Montreal, you understand. He feels quite safe. He doesn’t think anybody will see that message but Méduse.”
“And you were right about their springing the dangerous illness upon Miss Reys at the last moment. That’s what he means by the shock, eh? And Landor of Revelstoke——”
“The smart young man in the bank is undoubtedly Landor. It all fits in. Miss Reys is to call on the bank on her way to Sicamous to register her signature, and so on. Landor is the man who will interview her. All that is part of their plan for getting hold of her money. You can see how the hellish thing is developing.”
“But how can they get money out of her—how keep her unsuspicious?”
“How did Nachbar plan to keep Roberts of Oregon from giving evidence?”
“My God!” muttered Gatineau. Then he said, “But the money. No woman would transfer a huge sum to a local bank, a bank that may, perhaps, only be going to serve her for a few days?”
“I am waiting for The Chief’s telegram,” said Clement. “That will tell us how much she has in the bank at Revelstoke. It seems illogical that she should have a large sum—yet I fear——”
The fear was realized. In the afternoon The Chief’s wire came. It said: