Betty looked up quickly. "You mean the Bishop of Bunchester?"
"Oh, you've read it?"
"No, no—that is, I mean it happened two days ago. Are there any developments?"
"It seems they have a new clew." Then he read aloud: "Among papers left by the suspected woman, Jenny Regan, at her lodgings on Fulham Road, was the visiting card of a young American lady whose name——" he paused to turn over the page.
"Yes?" she asked eagerly.
"Whose name," he went on, "is withheld by the police in the hope that it may aid in discovering the criminal."
"How could it aid in discovering the criminal?" she questioned.
"Oh, they have detectives on the case."
"Detectives! Really!" and, with a thrill of excitement, Betty once more busied herself with her work, while Bob continued his reading, glancing from time to time in the direction of the new secretary. What an interesting face! And such hands! A lady's hands! An artist's hands! Where in the world had the old gentleman discovered this girl?
"I suppose my father found you in London?" he asked presently.