presence of a young woman dressed as if for going out who stared at him with what he took for suspicion.
"Mr. Levigne at home?" asked Wedgwood promptly. "This is Mr. Levigne's, I think?" The young woman, who had only opened the door sufficiently to reveal her own presence, shook her head, making as if to close it altogether.
"It's Mr. Levigne's, yes," she replied. "But he's not at home."
"Can you tell me what time he's likely to be in?" asked Wedgwood. "I want to see him to-night, particularly."
"I can't say," she answered. "He mightn't be in to-night. Mr. Levigne's often away on business.'
"Can you tell me if I should be likely to find him at his office, in Chancery Lane, to-morrow morning?" enquired the detective. "The matter is important."
The young woman shook her head; Wedgwood saw that she knew nothing about Chancery Lane in relation to Levigne.
"I can't say, I'm sure," she replied. "I don't know anything about the office arrangements." She hesitated a moment, still gazing doubtfully at him. "What name shall I say?" she added.
