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We found a corner to ourselves, and the professor, having ordered drinks, showed Winbush the note which Lanning had written to Mademoiselle Duplaix. It was not addressed to her, and was so worded that it might be meant for any one. Winbush read it and looked at Quarles.
The man Winbush could throw little light upon the affair. He was in his own room when he had heard a noise in the passage and supposed his master had returned earlier than he expected.
"Did he suggest you should say a woman was present?" "No, sir." "That was a little extra trimming of your own, eh?" "No, it was a bit of truth that crept in. I thought a woman was there." "By the perfume?" "Yes, sir." Quarles brought from the depth of a pocket a tissue-paper parcel, from which he took a handkerchief. "Was that the perfume?" Winbush smelt it. "It may have been.
Winbush promised to obey these instructions, and Quarles and I left the Blue Lion. "After hearing that Lanning was coming to see me this afternoon, I telephoned a telegram to Winbush," explained the professor when we were outside. "He thought it came from his master telling him to meet him at the Blue Lion. Lanning will have to do his own packing for once.
"At any rate, you were mistaken in supposing that Mademoiselle's mysterious foreigner would be at the Blue Lion," I returned. "Not at all. He was there." "Winbush!" I exclaimed. "No, Christopher Quarles. I called on Mademoiselle Duplaix this morning. I thought she would communicate directly or indirectly with Lanning; that is why I was expecting a message from him.
He had seen his master bring in the wooden case that afternoon, but he did not know what it contained. As Zena said, it sounded a lame story, but Lanning believed it. Winbush had been connected with the family all his life, was devoted to him, and it was not likely he would know what the case contained. Lanning could only suppose that some man at the works had turned traitor, while Mr.
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