This was what gave new zest to the search for the dark-skinned Frenchwoman, with her drooping eyelid and hesitating walk, and led Sweetwater to whisper into Gryce's ear, as they stepped out that same day from Headquarters: "No more nonsense now.

We must find that woman or her dead body before the next twenty-four hours have elapsed.

With our fingers on that end of the string----" "We will get hold of some family secret, but not of the immediate one which especially concerns us.

Madame Duclos sent her daughter unattended to the museum, but she did not direct the shaft which killed her.

That was the work of our friend X.Let us then make sure that we fit the right man to this algebraic symbol, and trust to her testimony to convict him." By this time they had reached the taxi which was to convey Mr.Gryce home.