"There have been five besides myself, and they
have been on duty every day."
"Thank you," said the investigator. And as the policeman went out, he
made his way into the kitchen. Here, however, his examination was
brief, as was that of the bedroom also. At length he paused, his hands
in his pockets, his head thrown back, satisfaction lighting his dark,
keen face.
"That is all, I think," said he. "There have only been a few pages,
but the print has been exceedingly good and the matter of much
interest." He looked at a clock that ticked solemnly upon a shelf. "We
have half an hour to reach my place and dress," he said. "I'm afraid
that we'll be late, and that Edouard will be annoyed. His cookery is
so exquisitely timed that it is scarcely the better for delay."
"Wait a minute," said Pendleton, grasping his friend's arm. "What part
did Edyth--Miss Vale--play in all this? I can see you have formed in
your mind some sort of completed action. Where does she come into it?"
"Completed!" Ashton-Kirk smiled into the pale, set face of his friend.
"You give me too much credit, old chap. I have some undoubted scenes
from the drama; but most of the remainder are merely detached lines
and bits of stage business.
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