Elusive Isabel, By Jacques Futrelle - Plot & Excerpts
Grimm sat waiting. There was curiosity in her manner, thinly veiled, but the haunting smile still lingered about her lips. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed a chair for her, after which he stood for a time staring down at one slim, white hand at rest on the arm of the seat. At last, he, too, sat down. “I believe,” he said slowly, without preliminaries, “this is your handkerchief?” He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design, unique in workmanship, obviously of foreign texture, and she accepted it. “Yes,” she agreed readily, “I must have dropped it again.” “That is the one handed to you by Senor Rodriguez,” Mr. Grimm told her. “I think you said you lost it in his office yesterday afternoon?” “Yes?” She nodded inquiringly. “It may interest you to know that Senor Rodriguez’s butler positively identifies it as one he restored to you twice at dinner last evening, between seven and nine o’clock,” Mr. Grimm went on dispassionately. “Indeed!” exclaimed Miss Thorne.
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