Both he and she looked as if they'd been quarreling." "Anything more ?" Britz asked impatiently.
"No, sir," the policeman admitted.
"Would you know her again if you saw her ?" "I surely would." "Very well.

Inform your precinct commander that you have been temporarily assigned to Headquarters and remain outside until I send for you." Muldoon, happy to find himself relieved of patrol duty and assigned to this important case, proceeded toward the door, a broad smile illumining the wide area of his dull face.

He shut the door softly behind him, but reopened it almost immediately, a look of bewilderment in his eyes.
"The woman--the one I saw--she's outside talkin' to Detective Greig!" he gasped.
Britz shot one quick glance at him, then said: "Remain outside until I send for you." Five minutes later and the door opened again, this time to admit Greig and a woman--a woman so perceptibly under the influence of overpowering emotions as to cause her to stagger rather than walk into the room.

As she stood with hands resting on Britz's desk, she suddenly felt herself seized with a desire to weep.

Wiping the moisture from the corners of her eyes, she accepted the chair which Greig offered, settling herself in it as if she had come for a long stay.
[Illustration: She felt herself seized with a desire to weep] There was an awkward pause, which was broken by Greig: "This lady, Miss Strong, has valuable information." She turned her moistened eyes on Britz, who, through half-closed lids, was endeavoring to appraise her.
Keen student of human nature that he was, quick as he was to gather those little details of personal appearance which, to the trained eye, reveal with pitiless accuracy the innermost character of a human being, Britz was unable to form any satisfactory estimate of her.