But Mr. Gryce tapping me on the arm said in his most deliberate tones,
"Next time you examine a room in which anything of a mysterious
nature has occurred, look under the bureau and if you find a comb
there with several long golden hairs tangled in it, be very sure
before you draw any definite conclusions, that your Fannys know what
they are talking about when they declare the girl who used that comb
had black hair on her head."
CHAPTER X
THE SECRET OF MR. BLAKE'S STUDIO
"Mr. Blake is at dinner, sir, with company, but I will call him if you
say so."
"No," returned Mr. Gryce; "show us into some room where we can be
comfortable and we will wait till he has finished."
The servant bowed, and stepping forward down the hall, opened the door
of a small and cosy room heavily hung with crimson curtains. "I will
let him know that you are here," said he, and vanished towards the
dining-room.
"I doubt if Mr. Blake will enjoy the latter half of his bill of fare
as much as the first," said I, drawing up one of the luxurious
arm-chairs to the side of my principal. "I wonder if he will break
away from his guests and come in here?"
"No; if I am not mistaken we shall find Mr. Blake a man of nerve. Not
a muscle of his face will show that he is disturbed.
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