The Lady Sleuths MEGAPACK TM(309)

                “No, sir. He came into the office, but he did not approach the desk. It was she who registered for them both, and who did all the business in fact. I thought it queer, but took it for granted he was ill, for he held his head very much down, and acted as if he felt disturbed or anxious.”

                “Did you notice him closely? Would you be able to identify him on sight?”

                “No, sir, I should not. He looked like a hundred other men I see every day: medium in height and build, with brown hair and brown moustache. Not noticeable in any way, sir, except for his hang-dog air and evident desire not to be noticed.”



                             “But you saw him later?”

                “No, sir. After he went to his room he stayed there, and no one saw him. I did not even see him when he left the house. His wife paid the bill and he did not come into the office.”

                “But you saw her well; you would know her again?”

                “Perhaps, sir; but I doubt it. She wore a thick veil when she came in, and though I might remember her voice, I have no recollection of her features for I did not see them.”

                “You can give a description of her dress, though; surely you must have looked long enough at a woman who wrote her own and her husband’s name in your register, for you to remember her clothes.”

                “Yes, for they were very simple. She had on what is called a gossamer, which covered her from neck to toe, and on her head a hat wrapped all about with a blue veil.”

                “So that she might have worn any dress under that gossamer?”

                “Yes, sir.”

                “And any hat under that veil?”

                “Any one that was large enough, sir.”

                “Very good. Now, did you see her hands?”

                “Not to remember them.”

                “Did she have gloves on?”

                “I cannot say. I did not stand and watch her, sir.”

                “That is a pity. But you say you heard her voice.”

                “Yes, sir.”

                “Was it a lady’s voice? Was her tone refined and her language good?”

                “They were, sir.”

                “When did they leave? How long did they remain in your house?”

                “They left in the evening; after tea, I should say.”

                “How? On foot or in a carriage?”

                “In a carriage; one of the hacks that stand in front of the door.”

                “Did they bring any baggage with them?”

                “No, sir.”

                “Did they take any away?”

                “The lady carried a parcel.”



                             “What kind of a parcel?”