"This!"
And she held up a new Yale key.
"Where did you get it?"
"Specially cut for me." Every line in his red man's face was a note of blank interrogation. "Mostyn Scarth has another—cut specially for him! I've had him watched."
"Vera!"
"I was watching for him—from the nursing home opposite—suffrage friends of mine."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You had enough to do."
He shook his head. "Well?"
"He's somewhere in the house."