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Cumberly," replied the detective in a light and not unpleasant voice and the fierce eyes momentarily grew kindly. "This " continued Cumberly, drawing Dunbar forward into the study, "is my friend, Leroux Henry Leroux, whose name you will know?" "I have not that pleasure," replied Dunbar.
"By the courtesy of Inspector Dunbar," continued Dr. Cumberly, "I have been enabled to keep in touch with the developments of the case, as you know; and he had noted as a significant fact that the late Mrs. Vernon's periodical visits to Scotland corresponded, curiously, with those of Mrs. Leroux to Paris. Vernon's last journey to Scotland, and that of Mrs. A certain Mr.
Helen Cumberly, though perfectly self-reliant, as only the modern girl journalist can be, was fully aware that, not being of the flat-haired, bespectacled type, she was called upon to exercise rather more care in her selection of companions for copy-hunting expeditions than was necessary in the case of certain fellow-members of the Scribes' Club.
It was a question, the answer to which was by no means evident at a glance; and leaving Helen Cumberly face to face with this new and horrible truth which had brought Denise Ryland hotfoot from Paris to London, let us glance, for a moment, into the now familiar room of Detective-Inspector Dunbar at Scotland Yard.
"Yes I am Helen Cumberly. Oh! I am so glad to know you at last! I have often pictured you; for Mira Mrs. Leroux is always talking about you, and about the glorious times you have together! I have sometimes longed to join you in beautiful Paris. How good of you to come back with her!"
Hilton, M. R. C. S." he said, indicating the dark man "Dr. Cumberly and Miss Cumberly." The divisional surgeon bowed to Helen and eagerly grasped the hand of the celebrated physician. "I am fortunate in being able to ask your opinion," he began.... Dr. Cumberly nodded shortly, and with upraised hand, cut him short.
But be good enough to remain in the kitchen for the present." Peeping in furtively as they passed, the two women crossed the lobby and went to their own quarters. "Mr. Soames next," muttered Dunbar, and, glancing at Cumberly as he returned from the lobby: "Will you ring for him?" he requested. Dr. Cumberly nodded, and pressed a bell beside the mantelpiece.
"As you wish," said the doctor, who thus, in his masterful way, acted the host; "and I won't smoke. But do you light up." "Later," muttered Exel; "later. Let us search, first." Leroux stood up; Cumberly forced him back. "Stay where you are, Leroux; it is elementary strategy to operate from a fixed base. This study shall be the base. Ready, Exel?" Exel nodded, and the search commenced.
The police are very reticent in regard to the new information which they hold, but it is evident that at last they are confident of establishing a case. Mr. Henry Leroux, the famous novelist, in whose flat the mysterious outrage took place, is suffering from a nervous breakdown, but is reported to be progressing favorably by Dr. Cumberly, who is attending him. Dr.
"Poor Mr. Leroux!" she said, speaking very rapidly; "I think it awfully good of him, and sporty, to allow his wife so much liberty." "Sporty!" said Miss Ryland, head wagging and nostrils distended in scorn. "Idi-otic... I should call it." "Why?" Helen Cumberly, perfectly composed again, raised her clear eyes to her visitor.
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