Part 5 The next morning she waited in the laboratory at the lunch-hour in the reasonable certainty that he would come to her. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. Don’t ask me how. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied.
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