ned is, that she
telephoned from the General Post Office to some motor-car firm to send a
car from London to Kingston railway station, under the impression that
it would be less risky. He went into the tailor's place to arrange for a
change of clothes, and she dismissed the taxi as a measure of
precaution. It was a piece of luck that the man noticed the motor-car,
but we can't be absolutely certain of the number he gave. He had no
particular reason to remember it. Anyway, I'll send it out to the county
police, and ask them to keep their eyes open. Meanwhile, I'll set some
men to work to see if any of the big garages have sent a car to
Kingston, and get the number verified. If you 'phone me when you get
down there, I'll let you know how things stand."

Green had his hand on the handle of the door, but suddenly something
occurred to him. "Do you think she's gone with him, sir?"

Heldon Foyle made a little gesture of dissent. "I don't think it likely.
It would double the danger of identification. But we can soon find if
she's gone back to her home. I told Taylor, who is watching in Berkeley
Square, to report when she returned." He touched a bell and put a
question to the man who entered.

"Yes, sir," was the reply. "He rang up half an hour ago. You told me I
wasn't to disturb you. He reported Lady Eileen Meredith had just gone
in."

"There you are, then, Green," said Foyle. "That point's settled. You get
along. I wish I could come with you, but it won't do for me to leave
London just now, and goodness knows where you may have to finish up.
Good-bye and good luck."

When Green had gone, Foyle gave a few instructions to cover the points
that had arisen, and walked to Sir Hilary Thornton's room. The Assistant
Commissioner looked up and proffered a cigar. "Think of the angels," he
said. "I was just wondering how things were going."

"Things are straightening out a bit," said the superintendent. "It's
been a busy day, and it's not over yet." And, puffing a ring of smoke
into the air, he told in bare, unadorned fashion the events of the day.
"It has been a narrow thing for Grell," he concluded. "Even now, I fancy
we shall get him. Green's as tenacious as a bull-dog when he's got
something to take hold of."

With his hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, Sir Hilary strode to
and fro across the room. "It's time we got a bit forward," he said. "The
adjourned inquest will come on again soon, and we shan't be able to kee