Allerdyke, now--well, that's the same name as that of a man I came across from Christiania with, and left at Hull." Fullaway kicked Allerdyke under the table.
"You haven't heard of that Mr.Allerdyke since you left him at Hull, then ?" he asked, gazing intently at their hostess.
"Heard?
How should I hear ?" asked the prima donna.

"He was just a travelling acquaintance.

All the same, I had certainly fixed up to see him in London on a business matter." "You don't read the newspapers, then ?" suggested Fullaway.
"Not unless there's something about myself in them," she answered, with an arch smile at Allerdyke.
"If you'd read this morning's papers, you'd have seen that the Mr.
Allerdyke with whom you travelled--this gentleman's cousin, by the by--was found dead in his room at the hotel in Hull not so long after you quitted it," said Fullaway coolly.

"In fact, he must have been dead when you passed his door on your way out." The prima donna was genuinely shocked.

She set down the glass which she was just lifting to her lips; her large, handsome eyes dilated, her lips quivered a little.