"Then there's another thing," said Calton, thoughtfully. "The letter might have been delivered to him between the Elizabeth Street Railway Station and the Club."
"We can soon find out about that," answered Madge; "for Mr. Rolleston was with him at that time."
"So he was," answered Calton; "and here is Rolleston coming down the street. We'll ask him now."
The cab was just passing the Burke and Wills' Monument, and Calton's quick eye had caught a glimpse of Rolleston coming down the street on the left-hand side. What first attracted Calton's attention was the glittering appearance of Felix. His well-brushed top-hat glittered, his varnished boots glittered, and his diamond rings and scarf-pin glittered; in fact, so resplendent was his appearance that he looked like an animated diamond coming along in the blazing sunshine. The cab drove up to the curbing, and Rolleston stopped short, as Calton sprang out directly in front of him. Madge lay back in the cab and pulled down her veil, not wishing to be recognized by Felix, as she knew that if he did it would soon be all over town.
"Hallo! old chap," said Rolleston, in considerable astonishment. "Where did you spring from?"
"From the cab, of course," answered Calton, with a laugh.
"A kind of Deus ex machina," replied Rolleston, attempting a bad pun.
"Exactly," said Calton. "Look here, Rolleston, do you remember the night of Whyte's murder—you met Fitzgerald at the railway station."
"In the train," corrected Felix.
"Well, well, no matter; you came up with him to the Club?"
"Yes, and left him there."
"Did you notice if he received any message while he was with you?"
"Any message?" repeated Felix. "No, he did not; we were talking together the whole time, and he spoke to no one but me."
"Was he in good spirits?"
"Excellent—made me laugh awfully; but why all this thusness?"
