Shall we say seven o'clock?
I've written the address down on this card so that you can make no mistake." She laughed gayly.
"You know, all the time," she said, "I feel that you are treating me as though I were a baby.

I'll be there punctually, and I don't think I need tie the card around my neck." The cab glided off.

Laverick caught a glimpse of a wan little face with a faint smile quivering at the corner of her lips as she leaned out for a moment to say good-bye.

Then he went back to his rooms, breakfasted, and made his way to his office.
The morning papers had nothing new to report concerning the murder in Crooked Friars' Alley.

Evidently what information the police had obtained they were keeping for the inquest.