Havoc by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"As a matter of fact," he declared, "I think that the evidence went to prove that there were no visitors in the restaurant that night. You see, all these offices round here close at six or seven o'clock, and the whole neighborhood becomes deserted." She shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "Your English police, they do not know how to collect evidence. In the hands of Frenchmen, this mystery would have been solved long before now. The guilty person would be in the hands of the law. As it is, I suppose that he will go free." "Well, we must give the police a chance, at any rate," answered Laverick. "They haven't had much time so far." "No," she admitted, "they have not had much time. I wonder - " She hesitated for a moment and did not conclude her sentence. "Come," she exclaimed, with a little shiver, "let us go back to your office! This place is not cheerful. All the time I think of that poor man. It does make me frightened." Laverick escorted his visitor back to the electric brougham which was waiting before his door. "A list of stocks purchased on your behalf will reach you by to-night's post," he promised her. "We shall do our best in your interests." He held out his hand, but she seemed in no hurry to let him go. |
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