Sir Robert.
Who then?
Sir Malcolm.
Margaret Schiller, the girl of enemy origin whose
associations I have described to you.
Sir Robert.
[A little annoyed.] I must ask you to explain
yourself, Sir Malcolm.
Sir Malcolm.
With pleasure. As I entered the apartment of
Dr. Schiller this morning I collided with a young man
who was coming out. It was Otto Schiller. He
was in a hurry to be off, and in the course of some
parley said he had to meet a train at Charing Cross
at four o'clock.
Sir Robert.
Well?
Sir Malcolm.
After he was gone, and while my officers were
questioning the old lady, I looked round and found
this telegram propped up on the mantelpiece.
[Takes telegram from pocket and hands it to Sir Robert.
Sir Robert.
[Reading.] " Dover, 2.20 p.m. Margaret Schiller,
Soho Square. Arrive Charing Cross at 4. Ask Otto
to meet me.—Freda." Well?
Sir Malcolm.
Then Margaret Schiller herself came in, and I took
particular note of her.
