as
she was not going to Canada, he had not gained much, except perhaps by
exciting her suspicions and so preventing Daly's making some use of her
in his plots. This, however, was not Foster's object, although he
imagined Daly had some practical reason for his philandering. It was
for the girl's sake he had interfered and her attitude puzzled him.

She could not have been altogether unsuspecting, or she would have
bitterly resented his attack upon her lover, but her blush and
confusion showed she had scruples and was rather the prey of a foolish
infatuation than an accomplice. She knew something, but he felt sure
she did not know in what a serious crime her lover was implicated.
Foster, however, would not dwell on this. He hoped she would return to
Edinburgh, but if she did not, he had done his best. He must be ready
to follow Daly in the morning, and going to another garage hired a car
and then warned Pete, whom he had sent to a different hotel. A fast
car would reach Liverpool in five or six hours.

There was only one thing that disturbed him; he had not heard from the
police, but it would be dangerous to disobey an order by telegram,
while if Gordon arrived before Daly left, awkward complications might
arise. Foster, however, could do nothing to prevent this and presently
went to bed.

Getting up in the dark next morning, he went to the garage. The air
was very raw and a fog hung over the town, but one or two electric
lights burned in the gloomy shed, where an attendant was doing
something. Daly's car stood where Foster had last seen it, but the
cover was off the engine and some tools and small springs lay about.
As there was no sign of the driver, it did not look as if Daly meant to
start soon.

"You open early," he said to the attendant. "Nobody seems to be going
away just yet."

"I'm here earlier than I need have been," the man grumbled. "By the
way the fellow who brought me has left his car, he won't be ready for
another hour."

Foster, who had learned what he wanted to know, returned to the hotel
and his breakfast was served in a comer of the big dining-room. He
imagined that Daly had seen it was a bad morning and had not got up as
soon as he meant. The dining-room was cold and only lighted near
Foster's table, which did not look as if anybody else was expected.

"I dare say you'd sooner have people who get up later," he remarked to
the waiter who brought him another dish.

"We serve brea