The facts
resolved themselves into one question. What use had Lillian
made of those solitary moments? Without deviation, Loder's
mind turned towards one answer. Lillian was not the woman to
lose an opportunity, whether the space at her command were
long or short. True, Eve too had been alone in the room,
while Chilcote had accompanied Lillian to the door; but of
this he made small account. Eve had been there, but Lillian
had been there first. Judging by precedent, by personal
character, by all human probability, it was not to be supposed
that anything would have been left for the second comer.
So convinced was he that, reaching Trafalgar Square, he
stopped and hailed a hansom.
"Cadogan Gardens!" he called. "No. 33."
The moments seemed very few before the cab drew up beside the
curb and he caught his second glimpse of the enamelled door
with its silver fittings. The white and silver gleamed in the
sunshine; banks of cream colored hyacinths clustered on the
window-sills, filling the clear air with a warm and fragrant
scent.
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