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Updated: May 14, 2025
I found that a hired car from a garage at Thirsk was awaiting the lady, who, I learned from the young footman, had given her name as Madame Martoz. A quarter of an hour later she drove away without, so far as I could discern, having seen either Duperré or his wife.
We had sat down when, chancing to glance around, I saw, to my surprise, seated in a corner alone, the handsome Madame Martoz, who had had that confidential interview with Lola's father some days before. Our recognition was mutual, I saw, for she lowered her dark eyes and busied herself with the teapot before her.
I recollected the name. It was the man I had seen at the Unicorn at Ripon! I made discreet inquiries, and discovered that Madame Martoz was living in the hotel. The truth was plain. I longed to denounce them, but in fear I held my secret. Old Mr. Lloyd hovered between life and death for a week, when at last he recovered, but to this day he cannot account for the mysterious seizure.
Therefore, believing that the electric light had been inadvertently left on, I opened the door, when I had a great surprise. Rayne was seated in an arm-chair chatting with Madame Martoz, while on a settee near the window sat Madame Duperré. All three started up as I entered, but a word of apology instantly rose to my lips, and Rayne said: "That's all right, Hargreave.
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