Munro shook his head. “There was no mention of that name.”
Brodie turned to me. “What time does the new exhibit open at the museum?”
“At noon tomorrow,” I replied from the information we had learned from that handbill found in Dornay’s atelier.
“The man at the address we found at Sir Collingwood’s residence had a handbill and travel papers for the opening of a new art exhibition at the Royal Museum beginning tomorrow,” he explained. “He obviously planned to attend.”
Sir Avery had made arrangements for Alex to have accommodations at the hotel as well. And that now included Munro who had chosen to accompany him.
Munro rose from his chair. “Then ye plan to go to the museum?”
“We might be able to learn something about the reason Dornay was to attend.”
“Someone he was to meet there?”
Brodie nodded.
“That could be most difficult.”
“Aye, however, the man was killed for a reason. And now, with the information provided by Herr Schmidt, it’s not a thing to ignore.”
“Then perhaps two more of us will be able to find somethin’.” Munro looked over at Alex.
“Do you snore?”
“I don’t know. Lucy has never mentioned…” Alex caught himself before revealing something more personal.
Lucy was the young woman he lived with. She had once worked for the Times of London newspaper, and I had first made her acquaintance in another inquiry case.
“What about a weapon? Did ye bring one?” Brodie asked.
“No, Sir Avery thought it best that I didn’t. International borders, police and all that.”
Munro nodded as he went to the door. “I always carry a blade.”
He checked the hallway, then continued to the stairs that led to the third floor. Alex looked from Brodie to me.
“A blade?”
“Ye best not rouse him of a sudden during the night,” Brodie warned. “Otherwise ye should be safe enough.”
Alex laughed, a bit nervously I thought. As if he thought Brodie was making a joke at his expense.
“Of course.”
“And best to check the hallway whenever ye come and go, as we dinna know who we’re dealing with and it now seems asif the situation is more than murder,” Brodie warned. “Best to remember that we are a long way from London and the Agency.”
Alex nodded and bid us good night. It was amusing to watch him as he checked the hall outside our door, then nodded and continued after Munro.
“The information they brought could be helpful,” I commented after he left.
“Perhaps. We will see what might be found at the art exhibit tomorrow.”
A connection? Something that might reveal the reason Dornay was to attend? Or was it merely as an artist?
Perhaps.It was a word I heard often as he kept other thoughts to himself. I was quite used to it.
I went to the writing desk where I had taken out my notebook when we returned from supper.
