WHO KILLED MRS.

RIDER?
The matron of the nursing home received Tarling.

Odette, she said, had regained her normal calm, but would require a few days' rest.

She suggested she should be sent to the country.
"I hope you're not going to ask her a lot of questions, Mr.Tarling," said the matron, "because she really isn't fit to stand any further strain." "There's only one question I'm going to ask," said Tarling grimly.
He found the girl in a prettily-furnished room, and she held out her hand to him in greeting.

He stooped and kissed her, and without further ado produced the shoe from his pocket.
"Odette dear," he said gently, "is this yours ?" She looked at it and nodded.
"Why yes, where did you find it ?" "Are you sure it is yours ?" "I'm perfectly certain it's mine," she smiled.