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"If you will allow me," he begged, "I am going to telephone to my friend Mr. Sanford Quest, the criminologist. An affair so unusual as this might attract him. You will excuse me." The Professor hurried from the room. They brought Mrs. Rheinholdt more champagne and she gradually struggled back to something like her normal self. The dancing had stopped.
He turned to Mrs. Rheinholdt, who with her son, the butler, and the Professor were the only occupants of the conservatory. "It seems to me," he remarked, "that from the back part of the house the quickest way to reach Mayton Avenue would be through this conservatory and out of that door. There is a path leading from just outside straight to a gate in the wall.
Later on in the evening, Professor," she added, watching some very important newcomers, "you will tell me all about your anthropoid ape, won't you? Philip, look after Mr. Ashleigh. Don't let him go far away." Mrs. Rheinholdt breathed a sigh of relief as she greeted her new arrivals. "Professor Ashleigh, brother of Lord Ashleigh, you know," she explained.
He pulled it out. It was a fragment of white embroidery, and on it were several small stains. The Inspector looked at them and looked at his fingers. His face grew suddenly grave. "Seems to me," he muttered, "that there's been some trouble here. I shall have to take a liberty. If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Rheinholdt, I think it would be better if you waited in the car until I send out for you."
I have watched him come into a half-darkened room and one can see nothing but the hands and the eyes; sometimes if he closes his eyes, only the hands." "Mrs. Rheinholdt!" Quest muttered. "Wait. I know where that suit is." He hastened to a cupboard at the farther end of the room, snatched some garments from it and vanished into the hall. "One moment, girls," he said. "I see now how he did it. Wait.
Quest, half way to New York, stretched flat on his stomach, was struggling for life with knees and hands and feet. Mrs. Rheinholdt welcomed the Inspector with a beaming smile as he stepped out of his office and approached her automobile. "How nice of you to be so punctual, Mr. French," she exclaimed, making room for him by her side. "Will you tell the man to drive to Mr.
He requested Mrs. Rheinholdt to walk with him through the door by which she had entered, and stop at the precise spot where the assault had been made upon her. There were one or two plants knocked down from the tiers on the right-hand side, and some disturbance in the mould where some large palms were growing. Quest and Lenora together made a close investigation of the spot.
Rheinholdt by the throat," he reminded them. "Don't you remember? Hands without any arms?" There was another brief, almost stupefied silence. Then Laura broke into speech. "What I want to know is," she demanded, "who brought the thing here?" "A most daring exploit, any way," Quest declared. "If we could answer your question, Laura, we could solve the whole riddle.
Rheinholdt herself, a woman dark, handsome, and in the prime of life, was standing receiving her guests. By her side was her son, whose twenty-first birthday was being celebrated. "I wonder whether that professor of yours will come," she remarked, as the stream of incoming guests slackened for a moment. "I'd love to have him here, if it were only for a moment.
"And with that, Mr. Quest, I will be content," the Professor promised. "I will now pay my promised call upon Mrs. Rheinholdt. I shall convey to her your assurance that everything that is possible is being done. Good morning, young ladies," he concluded. "Good morning, Mr. Quest." He took a courteous leave of them all and departed. Lenora crossed the room to where Quest was seated at the table.
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