A cold shiver ran down Tarling's spine; for, though he had never met the man, instinct told him that he was speaking to Sam Stay.
"You'll find her to-morrow," screamed the voice, "what's left of her.

The woman who lured him on ...

what's left of her...." There was a click, and the receiver was hung up.
Tarling was working the telephone hook like a madman.
"What exchange was that ?" he asked, and the operator after a moment supplied the information that it was Hampstead..