A second time I glanced around that spacious apartment, then next instant stood breathless—transfixed.
I could not believe my own eyes. It seemed absolutely incredible. Yet the truth was beyond all doubt.
In the disposition of the furniture, and in the general appointments of that handsome salon, the home of the woman I so dearly loved, I recognised the very room which I had once explored with my keen sense of touch—the room in which had been committed that ghastly, mysterious, midnight crime!
Chapter Fifteen.
What I Saw.
“How you men gossip!” Mabel exclaimed, tingling upon the piano-stool, and laughing merrily.
“I wasn’t aware that we had been very long,” I answered, sinking into a low armchair near her. “If so, I’m sure I apologise. The fact is, that Mr Hickman was explaining a new system of how to break the bank at Monte Carlo.”
“Oh, Mr Hickman!” she cried, turning at once to him. “Do explain it, and I’ll try it when we go to the Riviera.”