“Where is she?”
“For the moment, down at Kenilworth House. Detained there till they’re sure of the persons working with her.”
“She’ll get away,” said Rivers, “she ought to be in jail.”
Now it was a strange thing, but this casual prophecy of Rivers’ was fulfilled the very next day!
I was in my office, absorbedly conversing with Norah on the all-engrossing subject of the Gately case, when Zizi dashed in.
“Alone I did it!” she exclaimed, and tossing the folds of her voluminous black cape over her shoulder, she folded her arms and assumed the attitude of Napoleon; scowling from under her heavy black brows, though her eyes were dancing.
“What have you done?” I asked, while Norah gazed enchanted at the dramatic little figure.
“Returned the missing ‘Link’ to her rightful owners!”
“What! Sadie?”
“The same. You know, Mr. Rivers said she’d break loose from that Whatchacallit House, and make trouble—also, which she done!”