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"But when you come to me and tell me that Miss Briggerland, a girl whose innocence shows in her face, is a heartless criminal and murderess, and a conspirator why, Mr. Glover, what do you expect me to say?" "I expect you to give adequate protection to Mrs. Meredith," said Jack sharply. "I expect you, sir, to remember that I've warned you that Mrs.
Briggerland, not looking up from his plate, "of course. Have you been into Monte Carlo?" Lydia shook her head. "No, I couldn't sleep, and I was taking a walk along the road when he passed." She said nothing about Mr. Jaggs. "The police at Monaco are very sociable." Mr. Briggerland sniffed. "Very," he said. "Have they any theories?" she asked.
There was nothing in the appearance of the patient to suggest that he was in any way dangerous. A fair, bearded man, with pale blue eyes, he held out his hand impulsively to the visitor, and after a momentary hesitation, Mr. Briggerland took it and found his hand in a grip like a vice. The two attendants exchanged glances with the asylum doctor and strolled off.
They lived in a tiny house in Ealing, the rent of which was always in arrears, and then Briggerland became acquainted with a rich Australian of middle age who was crazy about his daughter. The rich Australian died suddenly." "From an overdose of veronal," said the chief.
Briggerland's face was dark. "When is this interesting event to take place?" "My marriage? In two months, I think. When is Easter? That class of person always wants to be married at Easter. I asked him to keep our secret and not to mention it to you, and I should not have spoken now if you had not referred to the obligation we were under." "In two months?" Mr. Briggerland nodded.
Briggerland looked at his daughter. "Did poor Lydia leave a letter?" She nodded. "I think Mr. Glover will tell you, father," she said. "Poor Lydia had an attachment for Mordon. It is very clear what happened. They went out to-day, never intending to return " "Mrs. Meredith had no intention of going to the Lovers' Chair until you suggested the trip to her," said Jack quietly. "Mrs.
"It is one I bought in Amiens, a souvenir of our gallant soldiers " "I know, I quite understand your patriotic motive in purchasing it," said the detective dryly, "but will you tell us how this passed from your possession." "I haven't the slightest notion," said Mr. Briggerland in surprise. "I had no idea it was lost I'd lost sight of it for some weeks.
I have a permis for the car to pass the frontier; you will probably meet father in San Remo he is taking a motor-cycle trip, aren't you, daddy?" Mr. Briggerland drew a long breath and nodded. He was beginning to understand. There was lying in Monaco harbour a long white boat with a stumpy mast, which delighted in the name of Jungle Queen.
He turned slowly toward her, and she saw in his humorous eyes a hardness that she had not seen before. "Miss Briggerland has told us that I hate her," he said in an even voice, "and she spoke nothing but the truth. I hate her perhaps beyond understanding Mrs. Meredith." He emphasised the words, and the girl winced. "And one day, if the Circumstantialists spare me "
"Did you tell Lydia that he was losing heavily?" he asked quickly. "Am I a fool? Of course not! I merely said that youth would be served, and if you have the gambling instinct in you, why, it didn't matter what position you held in society or what your responsibilities were, you must indulge your passion." Mr. Briggerland stroked his chin.
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