Having guessed correctly in the one instance, he allowed himself
another and even bolder guess: the little book-agent had either
received a message from or delivered one to the occupant or driver of
the car from Green Fancy.
CHAPTER VIII
A NOTE, SOME FANCIES, AND AN EXPEDITION IN QUEST OF FACTS
Dillingford gave him a lighted candle at the desk and he started
upstairs, his mind full of the events and conjectures of the day.
Uppermost in his thoughts was the dazzling vision of the afternoon,
and the fleeting smile that had come to him through the leafy
interstices. As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon a white
envelope at his feet. It had been slipped under the door since he left
the room an hour before.
Terse reminder from the prudent Mr. Jones! His bill for the day! He
picked it up, glanced at the inscription, and at once altered his
opinion. His full name was there in the handwriting of a woman. For a
moment he was puzzled; then he thought of Miss Thackeray. A note of
thanks, no doubt, unpleasantly fulsome! Vaguely annoyed, he ripped
open the envelope and read:
"In case I do not have the opportunity to speak with you to-night,
this is to let you know that the little man who says he is a book-
agent was in your room for three-quarters of an hour while you were
away this afternoon.
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