bigger, and she brought down her little gloved hand on the writing
desk by which the publisher, cross-kneed, was sitting. He rose, too.

"Mr. Chayne has definitely told me that both Adrian's original
manuscripts went to the printers and were destroyed by the printers."

"It's impossible," said Wittekind, in much perplexity. "You're making
some extraordinary mistake."

"I'm not. Mr. Chayne would not tell me a lie."

Wittekind drew himself up. "Neither would I, Mrs. Boldero. Allow me."

He took up his "house" telephone. "Ask Mr. Forest to come to me at
once." He turned to Doria. "Let us get to the bottom of this. Mr. Forest
is my literary adviser--everything goes through his hands."

They waited in silence until Mr. Forest appeared. "You remember the
Boldero manuscripts?"

"Of course."

"What were they, manuscript or typescript?"

"Typescript."

"Have you even seen any of Mr. Boldero's original manuscript?"

"No."

"Do you think any of it has ever come into the office?"

"I'm sure it hasn't."

"Thank you, Mr. Forest."

The reader retired.

"You see," said Wittekind.

"Then where are the original manuscripts of 'The Diamond Gate' and 'The
Greater Glory'?"

"I'm very sorry, dear Mrs. Boldero, but I have no means of knowing."

"Mr. Chayne said they were sent here, and used by the printers and
destroyed by the printers."

"I'm sure," said Wittekind, "there's some muddling misunderstanding.
Jaffery Chayne, in his own line, is a distinguished man--and a man of
unblemished honour. A word or two will clear up everything."

"He's in Madagascar."

"Then wait till he comes back."

Doria insisted--and who in the world can blame her for insisting?

"You may think me a silly woman, Mr. Wittekind; but I'm not--not to the
extent of an hysterical invention. Mr. Chayne has told me definitely
that those two manuscripts came to your office, that the books were
printed from them and that they were destroyed by the printers."

"And I," said Wittekind, "give you my word of honour--and I have also
given you independent testimony--that no manuscript of your husband's
has ever entered this office."

"Suppose they had come in his handwriting, would they have been
destroyed?"

"Certainly not. Every sheet would have been returned with the proofs.
Typed copy may or may not be returned."

"But autograph copy is valuable?"

"Naturally."

"The manuscripts of Adrian's novels might be worth a lot of money?"

"Quit