Therefore, while Barney was still with Chief Barlow and before the general order regarding Larry had more than reached the various police stations, the Duchess, in cape, hat, and veil, was out of her house.

A block up the street lived the owner of two or three taxicabs, concerning whom the Duchess, who was almost omniscient in her own world, knew much that the said owner ardently desired should be known no further.

A few sentences with this gentleman, and fifteen minutes later, huddled back in the darkened corner of a taxicab, she rolled over the Queensboro Bridge out upon Long Island on her mission of releasing a fact whose effect she could not foresee.
An hour and a half after that Larry was leading her to a bench in the scented darkness of the Sherwoods' lawn.

She had telephoned "Mr.
Brandon" from a drug-store booth in Flushing, and Larry had been waiting for her near the entrance to Cedar Crest.
"What brought you out here like this, grandmother ?" Larry whispered in amazement as he sat down beside her.
"To tell you that the police are after you," she whispered back.
"I knew that already." "Yes, I knew that you would." "But how did you find out ?" "Maggie told me." "Maggie!" "She came down to see me, told me what had just happened at her place, told me about Barney hurrying away to slip the news to that Gavegan, and begged me to warn you at once.

She was terribly nervous and wrought up." "Maggie did that!" he breathed.