I borrowed Pinky Wallerton's car and drove her down, myself, to a cottage I bought in Devonshire--in the pinewoods above Budleigh Salterton." "That sounds all right." "It was--quite--till this morning.

Then, without a word of warning, at eleven o'clock, one of Osterley's lawyers turned up with a detective." "And got her ?" "No.

Fortunately she was out in the wood with her nurse.

I gave Eglantine, my maid, twenty pounds and told her to get quietly to Marion while I kept the brutes in play, rush her down to the station, and catch the London train.

They'd just time if they ran most of the way." "But the lawyer would only have to wire to Osterley to meet the train at Waterloo," said the Honourable John Ruffin.
"I thought of that," said the duchess quickly.