‘They are dusted and swept once a week,’ Mr. Somers-Keyne told him, looking closely at his questioner from underneath his puffy eyelids, ‘and they may have been shown occasionally to a prospective tenant. Otherwise, no one has been in them for nearly a month.’
‘No one could have been in them this morning, then?’
‘Absolutely impossible,’ was the confident answer. ‘The keys have not been off my shelf.’
‘We must not interrupt you further,’ Lavendale declared. ‘I shall apply for a first night seat when your production is presented, Mr. Somers-Keyne.’
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‘I have not made up my mind,’ Lavendale replied. ‘There are some other particulars I must have. I shall call and interview the hall-porter this afternoon.’
‘If a welcome, sir, from your nearest neighbour is any inducement,’ Mr. Somers-Keyne pronounced, ‘let me offer it to you. My secretary, too, Miss Brown—I think I mentioned Miss Brown’s name?—is often nervous with an empty flat next door. I am out a great deal in the evening, Mr. Lavendale. My work demands a constant study of the most modern methods of dramatic production. You follow me, I am sure?’
‘Absolutely,’ Lavendale assured him. ‘By the by, sir, we are returning for a moment or two to the bar at the Milan. If you will accompany us——’
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The change in the man was wonderful. From a state of maudlin amiability he seemed to be stricken with an emotion of either fear or anger. His eyes narrowed. He set his glass down almost steadily, although he was obliged to breathe heavily several times before
‘Miss de Freyne,’ he repeated. ‘What about her?’
Lavendale pointed towards the window behind them.
‘Nothing except that when I was in here an hour ago I saw Miss de Freyne’s face at the window of that empty suite next to yours,’ he said.
Mr. Somers-Keyne rose to his feet. A splendid dignity guided his footsteps and kept his voice steady.
‘Sir,’ he pronounced, ‘I am able to surmise now the reason for your excessive hospitality. I wish you good morning!’
He turned towards the door.
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The dramatist waved him away. His gesture, if a little theatrical, was final. The honours remained with him….
Lavendale, a few minutes later, on his way to his luncheon-table in the grill-room, threw his accustomed glance across the room towards the
corner which was still possessed of a peculiar interest for him. He paused in the act of taking his place. At her same table, with a little pile of manuscript propped up in front of her, Miss de Freyne was seated, studying the luncheon menu. For a moment he hesitated. Then he rose to his feet and, crossing the room, addressed her.
‘Miss de Freyne!’
She glanced up in some surprise. She seemed, indeed, scarcely to recognize him.
‘You have not forgotten me, I hope?’ he continued. ‘My name is Lavendale.’
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‘I was scarcely his friend,’ Lavendale corrected, ‘but I did my best to help him.’
She made a pencil mark in the margin of the manuscript and laid it face downwards upon the table. Then
she leaned back in her chair and looked at him.
‘Tell me what happened?’ she begged. ‘I was obliged to leave London the next day and I have only just returned. Was it suicide or murder?’
‘The man was murdered, without a doubt,’ Lavendale replied.
‘Is that so, really?’ she asked gravely. ‘Tell me, had he given over his formula to the War Office?’
‘Unfortunately no! He was to have handed it over at eleven o’clock the next morning.’
‘Was it found amongst his effects?’
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Lavendale hesitated and glanced cautiously around.
‘Scarcely that,’ he answered, ‘but you remember the man Jules, the ma?tres d’h?tel here?’