"And the murderer ?" "He's gotten clean off, for the present at any rate," Arnold told them.

"They seem to think that he reached the Strand and had a motor car waiting." Again there was silence.

Then Mrs.Weatherley rose to her feet, glanced for a moment in the looking-glass, and turning round held out both her hands to Arnold.
"You have been so kind to me," she said softly.

"I shall not forget it--indeed I shall not.

Mr.Starling is going to take me home in his car.