"Sir Philip won't like it if he hears that what happened to-night was discussed in the _Fox_ tap-room." The little clock on the mantelpiece had barely ticked off five additional minutes when Mrs.Lumbe returned in a breathless state, accompanied by a young man with billiard chalk on his coat and hands.
"This is my brother, Detective Caldew," said Mrs.Lumbe, between pants, to the butler.

"I told him about the murder, and we hurried back as fast as we could." "It's a horrible crime, and we must lose no time while there is still a chance of catching the murderer," said the young man, regaining his breath more easily than his stout sister.

He brushed the billiard chalk off his clothes as he spoke.

"Let us go at once." Tufnell cast a curious glance at the new-comer.

He saw a man of about thirty-five, tall, well-built and dark, with a clean-shaven face and rather intelligent eyes under thick dark brows.