ed, in a tone that did not invite further questioning.

Lola, for all her iron will, found her mind dealing with all sorts of
possibilities as she dressed herself mechanically. It was not for
nothing that Foyle had chosen that hour for his visit. The sudden
summons at such an hour, amid unusual surroundings and the speculation
as to what it would be for, had upset the woman's balance.

She was taken by the matron into the same room where Grell had been
questioned an hour before. Foyle and Green sat at the table and, to her
imagination, there was something of judges in their attitude. A chair
had been placed at the other side of the table facing them, and the
lights were so arranged that while her face would be fully illuminated,
theirs would remain in the shadow.

"Sit down, will you," said Foyle suavely, when the matron had gone,
closing the door behind her. "We're sorry to trouble you at this hour,
but matters of urgency have arisen."

She strove to read their faces as she seated herself, but the light
baffled her. "I am quite at your disposal, Mr. Foyle," she said, hiding
her uneasiness under an appearance of flippancy. "What do you want?"

The superintendent balanced a pen between his fingers. "Mr. Green has
already explained that you are not under arrest," he said, in a quiet,
cold voice. "We are detaining you. Whether you will be the subject of a
grave charge depends upon your answers to the questions we shall put to
you. You must clearly understand, however, that you are not bound to
answer."

"That sounds serious," she laughed. "Go on, Mr. Foyle. Put your
questions."

"Very well. Do you still deny that you visited Mr. Grell's house on the
night that the murder took place? I think it fair to tell you that we
have had statements both from Ivan Abramovitch and Mr. Grell that you
were there."

He eyed her sternly. She made an expressive gesture with her white
hands, and her rings sparkled in the electric light. "I'll not dispute
it in the circumstances."

"You went there with Harry Goldenburg, your husband, in connection with
a scheme of blackmail he had conceived. You were to get certain letters
from him for Mr. Grell if you could?"

She bowed. "You are correct, as usual."

"Mr. Grell left the room for some reason, and during his absence you had
an altercation with Goldenburg."

One slender hand resting on the table opened and clenched. She
contemplated her finger-nails absently. "Oh, no," she said b