I do not need your protection or--" She broke off suddenly.

The interruption was certainly startling enough.

From a table only a few feet off came the shrill tinkle of a telephone bell.

Wrayson mechanically stepped backwards and took the receiver into his hand.
"Who is it ?" he asked.
The voice which answered him was faint but clear.

It seemed to Wrayson to come from a long way off.
"Is that Mr.Wrayson's flat in Cavendish Mansions ?" it asked.
"Yes!" Wrayson answered.