We've retained the correspondence and let the man go."
"That, I suppose," Mrs. Spencer remarked as Harleston hung up the
receiver, "was to say that Mr. Snodgrass and the cab have been
thoroughly searched and nothing suspicious found."
"Your intuition is marvellous," Harleston answered. "Major Ranleigh's
report was that exactly. Consequently, Madeline, the letter must be with
you."
"How about the consideration that Captain Snodgrass received from me in
return for the formulaic letter?" she asked. "He doesn't seem to have
had it."
"Maybe you managed both to get the letter from him and to keep the
consideration. It would not be the first time I have known you to
accomplish it."
"Only once--against you, Guy!" she laughed.
Which was a lie; but scored for her--and, for the moment, silenced him.
She shot a glance at the Secretary. He was beating a tattoo on the pad
before him and looking calmly at her--as impersonal as though she were a
door-jamb; and she understood; however much he might be inclined to aid
her, this was not the time for him even to appear interested. On another
occasion, _a deux_, he would display sufficient ardour and admiration.
At present it must be the impassive face and the judicial manner.
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