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"He was not a guest of Leithcourt when this man representing Santini was assassinated?" asked Kampf, again stroking his beard. "No. As soon as Woodroffe recognized me as a visitor he left for Hamburg."
As he rushed down the main staircase to the library, where his check-book and some ready cash were locked in the safe, he met a stranger who had just been admitted and shown into the room. Leithcourt closed the door and faced him.
Was she, I wondered, about to reveal to me the truth? "Mr. Gregg," exclaimed the girl with agitation, as she put forth her black-gloved hand, "I I suppose you know you've heard all about the discovery to-day up at the wood? I need not tell you anything about it" "Yes, Miss Leithcourt, I only wish you would tell me about it," I said gravely, inviting her to a chair and seating myself.
"Well, I feel certain that there is, or was, something concealed in this house that he's very anxious to obtain. He came to demand it of Mr. Leithcourt, but what happened in the library we don't know. He, however, believes that Mr. Leithcourt has not taken it away, and that, whatever it may be, it is still hidden here."
But he shrugged his shoulders, and made a gesture with his hands indicative of utter ignorance. "I ask you one question. Answer yes or no. Is the man Leithcourt my enemy?" The young Italian paused, and then answered: "He is not your friend. I am quite well aware of that." "And his daughter? She is engaged, I hear." "I think so." "Where did you first meet Leithcourt?"
Leithcourt, who perhaps thought I was courting his daughter, was ever endeavoring to avoid me, and would never allow me to walk with him alone. Why? I wondered. Did he fear me? Had Woodroffe told him of our strange encounter in Leghorn? His pronounced antipathy towards me caused me to watch him surreptitiously, and more closely than perhaps I should otherwise have done.
Had he fallen a victim by the same hand that had attempted so ingeniously to kill me? Why had Leithcourt gone so regularly up to Rannoch Wood? Was it in order to meet the man who was to be entrapped and killed? What was Olinto Santini doing so far from London, if he had not come expressly to meet someone in secret?
I faced him, speechless. Neither of us spoke. Equally surprised at the unexpected encounter, we stood facing each other dumbfounded. Hornby started quickly as soon as his eyes fell upon me, and his face became blanched to the lips, while Muriel Leithcourt, quick to notice the sudden change in him, rose and introduced us in as calm a voice as she could command.
Philip Leithcourt, and among those on board cruising for pleasure were Mr. Martin Woodroffe, Mr. Hylton Chater, and the owner's wife and daughter Muriel. "Muriel and I met first at a tennis-party, and afterwards frequently at various houses in Malta, for anyone who goes there and entertains is soon entertained in return.
"Why do you ask, Signor Commendatore?" he added. "Because the cross was found at the spot, and was believed to have been dropped by the assassin," I said. The police had, it seemed, succeeded in discovering the unfortunate woman after all, and had found that she was his wife. "You know a man named Leithcourt?" I asked a few moments later. "Now, tell the truth.
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