uestion:

"In which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?"

"In nane," she said dreamily. "Ye surrounded the buildings too late, I
ken."

"Eh!" cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. "But the man Brisley was
at the door all night!"

"It doesna' matter. They have escapit."

Kerry scratched his close-cropped head in angry perplexity.

"You're always right, Mary," he said. "But hang me if--Never mind! When
we get the servant we'll soon get Kazmah."

"Aye," murmured his wife. "If ye hae na' got Kazmah the now."

"But--Mary! This isn't helping me! It's mystifying me deeper than ever!"

"It's no' clear eno', Dan. But for sure behind this mystery o' the
death o' Sir Lucien there's a darker mystery still; sair dark. 'Tis the
biggest case ye ever had. Dinna look for Kazmah. Look tee find why the
woman went tee him; and try tee find the meanin' o' the sma' window
behind the big chair.... Yes"--she seemed to be staring at some distant
visible object--"watch the man Mareno--"

"But--Mrs. Irvin--"

"Is in God's guid keepin'--"

"You don't think she's dead!"

"She is wairse than dead. Her sins have found her out." The fey light
suddenly left her eyes, and they became filled with tears. She turned
impulsively to her husband. "Oh, Dan! Ye must find her! Ye must find
her! Puir weak hairt--dinna ye ken how she is suffering!"

"My dear," he said, putting his arms around her, "What is it? What is
it?"

She brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to smile. "'Tis something
like the second sight, Dan," she answered simply. "And it's escapit
me again. I a'most had the clue to it a' oh, there's some horrible
wickedness in it, an' cruelty an' shame."

The clock on the mantel shelf began to peal. Kerry was watching his
wife's rosy face with a mixture of loving admiration and wonder. She
looked so very bonny and placid and capable that he was puzzled anew at
the strange gift which she seemingly inherited from her mother, who had
been equally shrewd, equally comely and similarly endowed.

"God bless us all!" he said, kissed her heartily, and stood up. "Back
to bed you go, my dear. I must be off. There's Mr. Irvin to see in the
morning, too."

A few minutes later he was swinging through the deserted streets, his
mind wholly occupied with lover-like reflections to the exclusion of
those professional matters which properly should have been engaging
his attention. As he passed the end of a narrow court near the railway
station, t