The face of Larose was quite expressionless. “Dreams! Charlie,” he said, “just dreams! Lady Mentone has become your obsession and you can't think of anybody else.”
Stone ignored his comment and sighed heavily. “Yes, my lad, you and I came to learn about the existence of those letters just two days too late, and I'm very much afraid now they've hopped in and got them, since the keys of the bungalow were given back!” He nodded. “I say they, because I am sure there was someone helping the girl to get them back.” He eyed Larose very intently. “Look here Gilbert, is that doctor chap another lover of hers?”
Larose shook his head. “I shouldn't think so,” he replied. “At any rate, I saw her with her husband at breakfast this morning, and she seemed pretty keen on him.” Then seeing the sceptical
