"Think, my dear Adrien," he said in a quick, impatient voice. "Were you
at the club, or your chambers, or Park Lane--where were you? Come, you
can't have forgotten."
He stamped his foot in his impatience; for although he would have
laughed to scorn any assertion of his friend's guilt, it annoyed him
that a shadow should remain on Adrien's name for a single instant, and
especially when a few words from Leroy himself would end the matter.
But Adrien made no indignant protest, such as might have been expected.
"No," he said at length, "I have not forgotten where I spent the day of
the twenty-second----"
"Then, for Heaven's sake, man, speak out," exclaimed Shelton in
excitement.
"I cannot," answered Adrien with a sigh. "I gave my word to keep secret
certain events that happened on that day. They took place far away from
the City, but I cannot reveal where. Those who say they saw me in London
are lying, and I could easily disprove their statements; but you would
not have me break my word?"
There was an awful silence, as he finished speaking. Not one present but
realised the gravity of the situation, and the futility of putting
further questions.
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