“Good!” exclaimed the old German. “I go again to get something else.” And, without further word, he crammed his shabby soft felt hat upon his head and hurried out.
“The mystery of that room is most extraordinary,” I remarked to her ladyship when we were alone. “Has the influence ever been felt there before?”
“Not to my knowledge,” she responded. “Never before to-night.”
“Never before the entrance of that strange woman?” I suggested.
“Exactly! It is an absolute mystery.”
“And you have no knowledge of whom that person was?”
“None whatever.”
“Not even a surmise?” I inquired rather dubiously.
My thoughts reverted to what I had overheard regarding the unwelcome presence in London of that woman known as “La Gioia.”
“No, not even a surmise,” she answered.