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"Ah!" whispered Leroux, "MR. KING!" "The circle is narrowing," continued the physician. "I may not divulge confidences; but a very clever man the greatest practical criminologist in Europe is devoting the whole of his time, night and day, to this object." Helen Cumberly and Denise Ryland exhibited a keen interest in the words, but Leroux, with closed eyes, merely nodded in a dull way. Shortly, Dr.
Leroux!" she cried, "I shall CERTAINLY report you to Mira, now! You have not even touched the omelette!" "Good God! Cumberly! stop her!" muttered Exel, uneasily. "The door was not latched!"... But it was too late. Even as the physician turned to intercept his daughter, she crossed the threshold of the study.
He raised his left fist and beat his brow as if to urge his brain to super-activity. Then, leaping, he was off. Door after door he threw open, crying, "Miss Cumberly! Miss Cumberly! Where are you? Have courage! Help is here!" But the silence remained unbroken and always his wild search brought him back to the accursed cave of the golden dragon.
We'll accept... your cab, on the distinct... understanding that YOU are to accept OUR invitation... to supper." M. Max bowed agreeably. "By all means let MY cab take us to YOUR supper," he said, laughing. At a few minutes before midnight, Helen Cumberly and Denise Ryland, escorted by the attentive Frenchman, arrived at Palace Mansions.
He began to grow dizzy; he felt that his brain was bursting. For somewhere somewhere but a few yards removed from him a woman was in extreme peril! Clutching dizzily at the pedestal of the dragon, he cried at the top of his voice: "Miss Cumberly! For the good God's sake answer me! Where are you?" "Here, M. Max!" he was answered; "the door on your right... and then to your right again quick!
Cumberly, who had resumed his promenade of the carpet, stopped with his back to M. Max, and stared out of the window into Harley Street. M. Max, a man of refined susceptibilities, came to his aid, diplomatically. "It is perhaps overmuch to ask you," he said. "I can settle the problem in a more simple manner.
"So early in the evening," pursued the Greek, rapidly, "the more interesting types will hardly have arrived; nevertheless, at the Memphis Cafe"... "Memphis Cafe!" muttered Helen, glancing at him rapidly; "what an odd name." "Ah! my dear Miss Cumberly!" cried Gianapolis, with triumph "I knew that you had never heard of the true haunts of Bohemia!
But presently: "I was reading a very entertaining article," said Exel, turning his monocle upon the physician, "in the Planet to-day, from the pen of Miss Cumberly; Ah! dealing with Olaf van Noord." Sir Brian Malpas suddenly became keenly interested. "You mean in reference to his new picture, 'Our Lady of the Poppies'?" he said. "Yes," replied Exel, "but I was unaware that you knew van Noord?"
This which I was fortunate enough to discover had been on top, you understand, this billet, and the outer envelope being very heavily stamped, that below retained the impress of the post-mark." "Poor Leroux!" said Cumberly again, with suppressed emotion. "That unsuspecting, kindly soul has been drawn into the meshes of this conspiracy. How they have been wound around him, until..."
"On the contrary, Leroux!" retorted Exel, standing very upright, and staring through his monocle; "on the contrary, YOU misconstrue ME! I did not intend to imply to insinuate " "My dear Exel!" broke in Dr. Cumberly "Leroux is perfectly well aware that you intended nothing unkindly. But the poor chap, quite naturally, is distraught at the moment. You MUST understand that, man!"
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