"Most of them," Laverick answered. "Mine, as it happened, was open
late that night. I passed the spot within half-an-hour or so of
the time when the murder must have been committed."

"But that is terrible!" she declared, shaking her head. "Tell me,
Mr. Laverick, if I drive to your office some morning you will show
me this place, - yes?"

"If you are in earnest, Mademoiselle, I will certainly do so, but
there is nothing there. It is just a passage."

"You give me your address," she insisted, "and I think that I will
come. You are a stockbroker, Mr. Bellamy tells me. Well, sometimes
I have a good deal of money to invest. I come to you and you will
give me your advice. So! You have a card!"

Laverick found one and scribbled his city address upon it. She
thanked him and once more held out the tips of her fingers.

"So I shall see you again some day, Mr. Laverick."

He bowed and recrossed the room. Bellamy was standing talking to
Zoe.

"Well," he asked,. as Laverick returned, "are you, too, going to
throw yourself beneath the car?"

Laverick shook his head.