He took her out into the street. Every clerk in the office forgot
his manners and craned his neck. Outside, Mademoiselle let fall
her veil and passed unrecognized. Laverick showed her the entry.

"It was just there," he explained, "about half a dozen yards up on
the left, that the body was found."

She looked at the place steadily. Then she looked along the
passage.

"Where does it lead to - that?" she asked.

"Come and I will show you. On the left" - as they passed along the
flagged pavement - "is St. Nicholas Church and churchyard. On the
right here there are just offices. The street in front of us is
Henschell Street. All of those buildings are stockbrokers' offices."

"And directly opposite," she asked, - "that is a caf‚, is it not,
- a restaurant, as you would call it?"

Laverick nodded.

"That is so," he agreed. "One goes in there sometimes for a drink."

"And a meeting place, perhaps?" she inquired. "It would probably
be a meeting place. One might leave there and walk down this
passage naturally enough."

Laverick inclined his head.