Chapter SixDuring the week that followed, those who knew of M. Lasalle’s disappearance became tolerably well convinced that it was a final disappearance, and that whether it had been effected by his own determination or by some outside agency, the chances were that he and his secret lay somewhere in the depths of the Smuggler’s Leap.
Sally continued to say that it was not true, and that she did not believe it. She said it to Bill Armitage, and she said it to Detective-Inspector Williams who came down in plain clothes from New Scotland Yard. Bill said nothing at all. And the inspector said, “Yes, Yes,” in a perfunctory sort of way, and went on asking her questions, more questions than she could have imagined that anyone could possibly think of.
With singular unanimity the press ignored M.
