Happily he was interrupted, probably as a result of Milburgh telling him that Miss Odette Rider had been spirited away." He looked back to the drooping figure by the side of the bed.
"He's a little bigger than I," he said, "but I think some of my clothes will fit him." He made a hasty search of his wardrobe and came back with an armful of clothes.
"Come, Milburgh," he said, "rouse yourself and dress." The man looked up, his lower lip trembling pathetically.
"I rather think these clothes, though they may be a bad fit, will suit you a little better than your clerical garb," said Tarling sardonically.
Without a word, Milburgh took the clothes in his arms, and they left him to dress.

They heard his heavy footfall, and presently the door opened and he came weakly into the sitting-room and dropped into a chair.
"Do you feel well enough to go out now ?" asked Whiteside.
"Go out ?" said Milburgh, looking up in alarm.

"Where am I to go ?" "To Cannon Row Police Station," said the practical Whiteside.

"I have a warrant for your arrest, Milburgh, on a charge of wilful murder, arson, forgery, and embezzlement." "Wilful murder!" Milburgh's voice was high and squeaky and his shaking hands went to his mouth.

"You cannot charge me with wilful murder.