girl-wife that I am thinking. As though her troubles were not heavy enough already.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I am almost tempted to hold my tongue, Knox, until I have personally interviewed these people. But of course if our blundering friend directly questions me, I shall have no alternative. I shall have to answer him. His talent for examination, however, scarcely amounts to genius, so that we may not be called upon for further details at the moment. I wonder how I can induce him to requisition Scotland Yard?”
He rested his chin in his hand and stared down reflectively at the carpet. I thought that he looked very haggard, as he sat there in the early morning light, dressed as for dinner. There was something pathetic in the pose of his bowed head.
Leaning across, I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t get despondent, old chap,” I said. “You have not failed yet.”
“Oh, but I have, Knox!” he cried, fiercely, “I have! He came to me for protection. Now he lies dead in his own house. Failed? I have failed utterly, miserably.”
I turned aside as the door opened and Dr. Rolleston came in.
“Ah, gentlemen,” he said, “I wanted to see you before leaving. I have just been to visit Madame de Stämer again.”
“Yes,” said Harley, eagerly; “how is she?”
Dr. Rolleston lighted a cigarette, frowning perplexedly the while.
“To be honest,” he replied, “her condition puzzles me.”
He walked across to the fireplace and dropped the match, staring at Harley with a curious expression.
