“Well, tell me first,” said Larose, “where I shall find Dr. Hinton’s nurse-attendant. Of course she’s left 71A Harley Street?”
“No, she hasn’t,” said Stone. “Another doctor in the building has taken her for three weeks while his own nurse is away upon holiday.”
Larose did not come near the Yard again for four days, and then early in the morning he bustled into the inspector’s room so quickly upon the constable’s heels that the latter had not time to announce him.
“Any news?” asked Larose eagerly, the moment the door was closed behind him.
“Yes,” grunted Stone sourly, “no news.”
“Splendid,” laughed Larose, “then I’ve not been forestalled. No one has stolen my thunder.” He became serious and lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “Charlie, I’ve found where the spider spins his web. I kn
