filled and put in her bed and also to be called the next morning at half past seven—with coffee instead of tea.
“You did call her and she was in bed?” asked Tuppence.
The chambermaid stared at her.
“Why, yes Ma’am, of course.”
“Oh, I only wondered if she was doing exercises or anything,” said Tuppence, wildly. “So many people do in the early morning.”
“Well, that seems cast iron enough,” said Tommy, when the chambermaid had departed. “There is only one conclusion to be drawn from it. It is the London side of the thing that must be faked.”
“ Mr. le Marchant must be a more accomplished liar than we thought,” said Tuppence.
“We have a way of checking his statements,” said Tommy. “He said there were people sitting at the next table whom Una knew slightly. What was their name—Oglander, that was it. We must hunt up these Oglanders and we ought also to make inquiries at Miss Drake’s flat in Clarges Street.”
The following morning they paid their bill and departed somewhat crestfallen.
Hunting out the Oglanders was fairly easy with the aid of the telephone book. Tuppence this time took the offensive and assumed the character of a representative of a new illustrated paper. She called on Mrs. Oglander asking for a few details of their “smart” supper party at the Savoy on Tuesday evening. These details Mrs. Oglander was only too willing to supply. Just