"Then I can get her testimony, which is most important to my case?"
"She is somewhat better. If she cares to see you I do not forbid the
interview."
"Oh, that's good of you, doctor." He bowed to Miss Beverley. "Perhaps,
Miss, you would ask Madame de Staemer to see me for a few minutes."
Val Beverley looked at me appealingly then shrugged her shoulders,
turned aside, and walked in the direction of Madame de Staemer's door.
"Well," said Dr. Rolleston, in his brisk way, shaking me by the hand,
"I must be getting along. Good morning, Mr. Knox. Good morning,
Inspector Aylesbury."
He walked rapidly out to his waiting car. The presence of Inspector
Aylesbury exercised upon Dr. Rolleston a similar effect to that which a
red rag has upon a bull. As he took his departure, the Inspector drew
out his pocket-book, and, humming gently to himself, began to consult
certain entries therein, with a portentous air of reflection which
would have been funny if it had not been so irritating.
Thus we stood when Val Beverley returned, and:
"Madame de Staemer will see you, Inspector Aylesbury," she said, "but
wishes Mr.
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