I will send you a written order this afternoon and you can start to-night." Philip rose, and waited.
"Is there nothing more ?" he asked, after a moment.

"This woman--" "There is nothing more," interrupted the inspector, still looking out through the window.
"Only this, Steele--you must bring him back.

Whatever happens, bring back your prisoner." As he turned to leave, Philip fancied that he caught something else--a stifled, choking breath, a sound that made him turn his head again as he went through the door.

The inspector had not moved.
"Now what the deuce does this mean ?" he asked himself, closing the door softly behind him.

"You're up against something queer this time, Philip Steele, I'll wager dollars to doughnuts.