“I understand. And whom has she mostly to fear?”
“Preston. He is so clever, and has such foresight and imagination, that Stapleton and La Planta may find themselves presently on the horns of a dilemma of their own creating.”
After a minute’s pause, during which he seemed to be thinking deeply, he unhooked the receiver from the transmitter on the table at his elbow, and waited with it pressed to his ear, without asking for any number.
“Please come here at once,” he said suddenly, speaking into the transmitter.
“Yes, most important.”
“Yes, without any delay.”
Then he replaced the receiver, relit his pipe, which had gone out, picked up a newspaper and began carelessly to scan its headlines.
“I see Preston’s wedding is to take place shortly,” he said presently.
“Perhaps,” his companion observed significantly.
“Hulloa!” Stothert exclaimed suddenly, “have you seen this, Camille? Levi Schomberg’s body is to be exhumed.”