"'It will give us a chance to get well clear if they think that this is
my body,' he explained. 'Go and pack a bag, Ivan.'

"When I got back with the bag, he had finished. He put on a hat and
overcoat and we went out, walked to Victoria Station, and from there
took a taxicab to Charing Cross. From there we walked to an all-night
Turkish bath establishment, and that gave us an opportunity to change
into some rough tweeds that I'd shoved in the bag. In the morning we
went to the East End and fixed up rooms with some people I knew of. We
had come away without any money, but Grell somehow managed to get in
touch with the Princess Petrovska, with whom, apparently, he had some
arrangement. She had, it seems, booked through to Paris from Charing
Cross, but instead of getting on the boat at Folkestone had returned by
the next train and taken quiet lodgings at Kennington. That was to put
you on a false track in case of accidents."

Foyle smiled a little ruefully. "So that was how it was done," he
remarked.

"We were determined to get out of the country, but the reward bill with
a description of Goldenburg that pictured Grell stopped us trying
ordinary methods. It was necessary to raise money, and I, recklessly
enough I suppose, went out with the pearls which Mr. Grell had entrusted
to me, in the hope of meeting a jeweller, with whom I had a casual
acquaintance, at the restaurant, when you fell in with me. The
jeweller's letter which you found on me was, by the way, a forgery.

"When you seized me I was taken by surprise. When I was allowed to go,
after you had told me that the dead man was not Grell, I felt certain
that you would have me followed. Your men were very clever, and I could
not shake 'em off at first. I was determined to go to any length to
protect Grell, so I went into an outfitter's where there was a public
telephone, and put a call to a place where I was sure to find Condit. I
fixed up with him to wait for the man who was shadowing me, and I led
him down to Whitechapel. It was simple enough for Condit to drop on him
from behind, and then the two of us knocked him senseless, got him into
a cab, and carried him away to Smike Street--to the place which you
raided.

"Mr. Grell knew nothing about that incident till it was over. He was
staying in Grave Street at the time, and the idea occurred to me of
holding your man as a hostage. We meanwhile contrived to send a note to
Sir Ralph Fairfield. In case of accide