"I agree with you. You've been in one ever since you reached the city, it seems to me, indeed. Nothing fresh, I trust?"
"There is, and the worst of all, sir. I'm in danger of being charged with murder."
"With what?" he cried in amazement. "Phew! Well, tell me."
"When I saw you this morning I gathered that the reason those tickets for Miss Caldicott and myself could not be used was because of the trouble about the woman, Anna Hilden."
"True, but you yourself said you wished it cleared up first."
"So on leaving here I went to see her again."
"Good God, you don't mean to say you lost your head and laid hands on her in this awful way?" The thought of it appeared to affect him deeply.
"Oh dear no, sir. I hope I'm not capable of such a thing. From what she said, I became certain the whole thing was a fraud and——"
"So it is," he interposed, nodding. "You are right. We know all about the woman already. Go on."
"I tried persuasion first; but that was no use, so I let her know that the matter was in your hands."