You
see, the clock doesn't show in the picture; otherwise, we might have
pieced things together.'
'Pity!' Albert murmured.
'However,' said Simon, with an obvious intention to be dramatic, 'I
thought of Lecoq, and I hit on something. You see the lady just leaving
the cash-desk with her receipt? Can you read the number of her receipt?'
Albert peered.
'No, I can't,' he said.
'Neither could I,' Simon agreed. 'But I've had that part of the
photograph enlarged to-night.'
'The deuce you have!' Albert opened his eyes.
'Yes, the deuce I have! And here it is.'
Simon took a photographic print from his pocket, showing the lady's hand
and part of the receipt, very blurred and faint, with some hieroglyphic
figures mistily appearing.
'Looks like 6,706,' said Albert.
'It's either 6,706 or 6,766,' Simon concurred. 'Now, Ravengar's receipt
must be numbered next to hers. Consequently, if we go and look at the
counterfoils and duplicates--'
'Yes,' said Albert, thoughtfully sliding down from the piano.
'We may be able to find out something very interesting,' Simon finished,
descending also.
'Now?'
'Now. That's what I wanted you for. You've got your pass-keys and
everything, haven't you?'
'Yes.'
'Then run down and search.
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