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Does any one that you know of use this means of exit?" Mrs. Rheinholdt shook her head. "The servants might occasionally," she remarked doubtfully, "but not on nights when I am receiving." The butler stepped forward. He was looking a little grave. "I ought, perhaps, to inform you, madam, and Mr.
He assured me that Craig was seldom out of his sight, that he hadn't a friend in the world nor a single vicious taste." "We're fairly up against it, boss," Laura sighed. "The best thing we can do is to get on to another job. The Rheinholdt woman has got her jewels back, or will have at noon to-day. I bet she won't worry about the thief.
Rheinholdt declared. "We scarcely ventured to hope that you would break through your rule, but Philip was so looking forward to have you come. You were his favourite master at lectures, you know, and now well, of course, you have the scientific world at your feet.
"I am going to take you into my husband's study," she suggested, later on in the evening. "He has some specimens of beetles " "Beetles," the Professor declared, with some excitement, "occupied precisely two months of my time while abroad. By all means, Mrs. Rheinholdt!" "We shall have to go quite to the back of the house," she explained, as she led him along the darkened passage.
"This is the first house he has been to since his return from South America. You've heard all about those wonderful discoveries, of course...." The Professor made himself universally agreeable in a mild way, and his presence created even more than the sensation which Mrs. Rheinholdt had hoped for. In her desire to show him ample honour, she seldom left his side.
"Very thoughtful," the Professor murmured approvingly. "I have a weakness," he went on, turning to his hostess, "for always walking home after an evening like this. In the daytime I am content to ride. At night I have the fancy always to walk." "We don't walk half enough." Mrs. Rheinholdt sighed, glancing down at her somewhat portly figure.
"All the same, I'm rather sorry he wasn't able to lay his hands on the thief." "That's your point of view, of course," Mrs. Rheinholdt remarked. "I can think of nothing but having my diamonds back. I feel I ought to go and thank the Professor for recommending Mr. Quest." The Inspector made no reply. Mrs. Rheinholdt was suddenly aware that she was becoming a little tactless.
"Stolen there in the conservatory!" They gazed at her open-mouthed, incredulous. Then a still, quiet voice from the outside of the little circle intervened. "Instruct your servants, Mr. Rheinholdt, to lock and bar all the doors of the house," the Professor suggested. "No one must leave it until we have heard your mother's story." The young man obeyed almost mechanically.
I thought he'd keep his word." Mrs. Rheinholdt assumed her most encouraging and condescending smile as she held out both hands to the Professor. He came towards her, stooping a little more than usual. His mouth had drooped a little and there were signs of fatigue in his face. Nevertheless, his answering smile was as delightful as ever. "This is perfectly sweet of you, Professor," Mrs.
"It will be all right directly he comes back," Lenora whispered, laying her hand upon Quest's arm. "If only some one would give me my jewels and let me go!" Mrs. Rheinholdt moaned. The door opened and the Inspector reappeared. He was looking graver than ever. "Quest," he announced, "your alibi is useless in fact a little worse than useless.
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