ken here, to be identified in this fashion at
The Nook was fatal. There was nothing for it in the circumstances but to
try to bluster.

"This is an outrage," he exclaimed. "It is a mere tale to extort money
from a man in my position. You haven't a scrap of evidence to justify a
proceeding like this."

"That remains to be proved, sir," the Inspector said quietly. "I may say
that your accomplice, Captain Eversleigh, is already in custody and is
volunteering all the information we require. We have also arrested the
man Chaffey in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden. More than that, we
have interviewed the National Telephone authorities, and they have not
been reticent, either. Besides that, we can produce the agent who let
this house and who has already identified you. Also, we have taken
possession of the office of Jolly & Co., and your accomplice there is in
our hands also. I don't think we have left anything undone. We motored
to Seton Manor, but you had left just before we arrived. We kept you
under observation till now. Come, Mr. Copley, nothing will be gained by
taking this attitude. I am telling you this in fairness to yourself so
that you may know what you have to answer."

Copley was done and submitted quietly to have the handcuffs put upon his
wrists. Foster seemed equally subdued. He advanced towards the
Inspector's assistant, then suddenly lunged forward, brushed him aside,
and darted through the door into the open air. Instantly he was lost in
the thick bushes. Inspector Andrews shrugged his shoulders.

"You are to blame for that," he said. "No, it is no use following him
just now. We must pick him up later. Mr. Copley, if you are quite ready
we'll get back to London."

An hour later Copley was safely housed. By seven o'clock his name was
ringing from one end of London to the other. At first the published
details were meagre, but the extra specials contained fuller tidings.
They had managed to ferret out some racing particulars and to interview
Rickerby, who was not in the least reticent. By ten o'clock Copley's
arrest formed the one topic of conversation in the clubs. His name
appeared largely on every poster and the South African millionaire found
himself notorious.

The news even reached the ears of May Haredale and her friend Alice.
They had been treating themselves to the theatre in honour of recent
events and paused on their way home to buy a paper. There was plenty to
discuss as they partook of th