The inspector caught up his hat.
“I don't know. I must ascertain without delay, Mr. Steadman.”
Chapter VIII
Dismissing his taxi at the Archway, Inspector Furnival made the best of his way to his office. Outside a man was standing. He touched his forehead respectfully.
“Glad to see you, sir. The lady has just been to the door to say she can't wait more than five minutes longer.”
The inspector paused.
“What is her name, Jones?”
The man shook his head.
“She wouldn't give one, sir. She said her business was with the detective in charge of the Bechcombe case, and with him alone. I was on tenterhooks all the time, sir, fearing that she would be gone before you came.”
The inspector nodded and went on.