Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"To say nothing of Miss Pearl," said Ralph, with a shrug. "She would
be horrified if we did not arrive at the Three Fishers until eight
o'clock, and she found herself alone with her future husband at that
disgraceful hour. By the way, Miss Toat," he went on, quickly, for he
saw that Audrey was about to rebuke him for his flippant speech, "does
Colonel Ilse know that--"
"He knows that this interview is taking place," interrupted the
detective, rapidly, "and he will be present at it, so that Madame
Coralie may be forced to tell him where his long-lost daughter is to
be found. Of course, we have the affair of the murder to deal with
also; but it is just as well to get the whole matter finished off at
once."
"I, for one, shall be delighted," said Shawe, with emphasis. "I am
very, very tired of the whole sordid business."
"I think you must have been when you wrote that anonymous letter,"
said Miss Toat, with a sly smile.
Ralph laughed. "It was very clever of you to trace the writing of it
to me," he remarked coolly. "However, my wife now understands why I
wrote it."
Here Audrey intimated her opinion that they would lose the train if
they did not start at once for the station. The other agreed, and a
brisk walk soon took them on to the platform. Shortly they were on
their way to the junction, and there transferred their three selves to
the main express. During the journey they talked a great deal about
the case, as they had a compartment to themselves. Ralph saw, although
Audrey did not, that Miss Toat was keeping back something which she
was anxious to tell, and wondered what it could be.
When the train left the junction it steamed through a clear
atmosphere, and in the midst of sunshine. But as it drew near to the
metropolis the air became dense and smoky, and by the time it arrived
at the terminus the three travellers found themselves environed by a
thick fog. Not a glimpse of the sun was to be seen, and all round was
a cotton-wool atmosphere, disagreeable and dispiriting. Audrey
shivered when she stepped out on to the London platform, and was glad
that Ralph had insisted on bringing a fur cloak with him for her to
wear.
"What an extraordinary climate," she said, with a shudder; "scarcely
an hour ago and we were in broad sunshine. Now look at it."
"Look at what?" asked Ralph, laughing. "We can see nothing."
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