Lawlor departed, swinging his broad shoulders with a general air of indifference, and Betty turned to Lal Singh and said, sweetly:
“Why did he tell you that he didn’t find the Atlantic City matter?”
Lal Singh vouchsafed no verbal reply, but spread his long, brown hands in a gesture of unmistakable denial of any knowledge of the subject.
“Oh, yes, Lally, you do know!” and Betty shook a pinky forefinger at him.
She was the only one who dared trifle with the dignity of the Hindu; and though he writhed under it, he could find no good way to show his resentment.
“It’s all poppycock,” declared Abel Collins, “this searching rooms and making insinuations about Emily. Let them find her first—that’s what we asked the police to do. Then, having found her, it’s quite time enough to bring accusati
