You
will send, of course, for the young lady's friends," he added, turning to
Mr. Marsham, "and cable her people."
"There is nothing more you can do, Mr. Quest?" the hotel manager asked, a
little querulously. "This affair must be cleared up for the credit of my
hotel."
Quest shrugged his shoulders. He glanced through the open door to where
Lenora was arranging her coat with trembling fingers.
"There will be very little difficulty about that," he said calmly. "If you
are quite ready, Miss Lenora. Is that your name?"
"Lenora is my name, sir," the girl replied.
They descended in the elevator together and Quest handed the girl into his
car. They drove quickly through the silent streets. The snow had ceased to
fall and the stars were shining brightly. Lenora shivered as she leaned
back in her corner.
"You are cold, I am afraid," Quest remarked. "Never mind, there will be a
good fire in my study. I shall only keep you for a few moments. I dare not
be away long just now, as I have a very important case on."
"There is nothing more that I can tell you," Lenora ventured, a little
fearfully. "Can't you ask me what you want to, now, as we go along?"
"We have already arrived," Quest told her. "Do you mind following me?"
She crossed the pavement and passed through the front door, which Quest
was holding open for her. They stepped into the little elevator, and a
moment or two later Lenora was installed in an easy-chair in Quest's
sitting-room, in front of a roaring fire.
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