She frequently went out on Saturdays and returned on the Monday and, he thought, occasionally on Tuesdays.
It happened that this particular night was a Monday night and T.X.
was faced with a dilemma.

The night porter, who had only the vaguest information on the subject, thought that the day porter might know more, and aroused him from his sleep.
Yes, Mrs.Lexman had gone.

She went on the Sunday, an unusual day to pay a week-end visit, and she had taken with her two bags.

The porter ventured the opinion that she was rather excited, but when asked to define the symptoms relapsed into a chaos of incoherent "you-knows" and "what-I-means." "I don't like this," said T.X., suddenly.

"Does anybody know that we have made these discoveries ?" "Nobody outside the office," said Mansus, "unless, unless..." "Unless what ?" asked the other, irritably.