"What do you want?" she murmured fearfully. "Have you come ... for me?"
The figure squeezed its way through the narrow doorway, and closed the door.
"Mademoiselle, you are a friend of Mr. James Layton, who was taken, a few minutes ago, to Scotland Yard?"
"Yes," she cried, "yes. I am his friend. What is it?"
"Before the end of the day, Mr. Layton will be detained on the charge of murder."
She screamed.
"He didn't do it! He didn't do it!"
"The evidence is strong," said the stranger. "He threatened her. He was in the garden when the crime was committed——"
She raised her hand, as if to ward off a blow.
"In the garden?" she shivered. "He was in the garden ... then?"