I had
escaped from London in it."

"A mere question of organisation," said Foyle. "As a matter of fact, we
know most of your movements from the time you left Sir Ralph Fairfield's
flat to the moment you separated from Lady Eileen at Kingston. By the
way, she made some money over to you. You may care to know that that was
got by forgery."

Surprise had leapt into Grell's face as the superintendent drily
recounted his movements. It was succeeded by a flash of fury at the last
words. "Be careful, sir," he said tensely. "You need not lie to me."

"It is the simple truth. Lady Eileen got a note from you asking for
money. She had none, and her father was out, so she signed a cheque in
his name and cashed it personally."

Grell's face had become grey and he buried it in his hands. His
shoulders shook and Foyle could understand how hardly he had been hit.
To have had to appeal to the girl for monetary help was bad enough. To
find that she had committed a crime to help him was to add an anguish to
his feelings that he had not known before. Somewhere in the house a
clock struck midnight, the slow, deep strokes reverberating heavily.

"She did _that_--for me!" said Grell, lifting his head, haggard and wan.
Then, as a thought occurred to him, "She is not under arrest?"

"No. I had her word that she would inform her father."

Grell made no answer. He stared moodily in front of him. The
superintendent had no desire to break in on his reverie. He walked
across the room, picked up a magazine, and sat down, again facing his
prisoner, while he idly turned over the pages. Presently Grell's head
drooped forward.

He was asleep.

CHAPTER XLVIII

The hours dragged wearily with Foyle. The soft breathing of the sleeping
man as he rested with his head pillowed on his arms was the only sound
that broke the stillness of the night. The superintendent himself dared
not sleep. He tried to read, but the magazines failed to interest him.
He got up and quietly strolled about the room, examining the bookcases
with incurious interest.

His thoughts were busy. Apart from all the other facts, Grell's manner
was more than sufficient confirmation of the fact that he was holding
something back--something vital to the success of the investigation. The
superintendent had a very shrewd idea of his reasons. Grell was a strong
man--a man likely to hold to his own line at all costs. He had already
proved that no personal considerations would