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. “I can’t imagine myself standing for Mrs. Sowerby spending her week-ends in Paris. Asking for trouble, I call it!”

“It does seem a daft arrangement,” agreed Dunbar; “but then, as you say, they’re a funny couple.”

“I never saw such a bundle of nerves in all my life!”…

“Leroux?”

Sowerby nodded.

“I suppose,” he said, “it’s the artistic temperament! If Mrs. Leroux has got it, too, I don’t wonder that they get fed up with one another’s company.”

“That’s about the secret of it. And now, I shall be glad, Sowerby, if you will be after that taxi-man again. Report at one o’clock. I shall be here.”

With his hand on the door-knob: “By the way,” said Sowerby, “who the blazes is Mr. King?”

Inspector Dunbar looked up.

“Mr. King,” he replied slowly, “is the solution of the mystery.”