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Chapter 2 WHY THE SAFE WAS OPENED-2
"As far as I could make out, signore," he said, "the man was an Englishman, wearing a soft black felt hat and a suit of dark blue serge. He had hair just turning gray, a small dark mustache and rather high cheek-bones. In his hand he carried a small bag of tan leather of that square English shape. He seemed in no hurry, for he was calmly smoking a cigarette as he went across to the ticket office." "And his companion?" asked the Consul. "She was in black. Rather tall and slim. Her hair was fair, I noticed, but she wore a black veil which concealed her features." "Was she young or old?" "Young—from her figure," replied the police agent. "As she passed me her eyes met mine, and I thought I saw a strange fixed kind of glare in them—the look of a woman filled with some unspeakabl
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