She probably left on one of the late trains--there are only a few after midnight--to some place out in the country.

The lady took a first-class ticket to Paris, and departed alone next morning by the eight o'clock Continental express.

My assistant discovered her and took a snapshot of her as she was walking down the boulevard; here is the picture." The detective handed Miss Baxter an instantaneous view of one of the boulevards taken in bright sunshine.

The principal figure in the foreground Jennie had no difficulty in recognizing as her own maid, dressed in that _chic_ fashion which Parisian women affect.
"She seems to answer the description," said Jennie.
"So I thought," admitted the detective, "and I sent the portrait to Lord Donal.

See what he has written on the back." Jennie turned the picture over, and there under the inscription, "H.
Supposed photo of the missing woman," was written in a bold hand, "Bosh! Read my description of the girl; this is evidently some Paris lady's maid." "Well, what did you do when you got this picture back ?" asked Jennie.
"I remembered you, and went to the office of the _Daily Bugle_.