Half-way he had a puncture which delayed him, and it was nearly ten o’clock when he wheeled the machine into the garage where it was maintained.
The last part of the journey was made through a heavy driving rain and he was wet through by the time he reached Doughty Street.
A hot bath and a change of clothing brightened him and he was filling his cigarette case preparatory to going out to take a meal, when he was called to the telephone. He expected to be greeted by Carver but it was Rex who was speaking and his voice was eager and urgent.
“Is that you Tab? My boy, I’ve made the most wonderful discovery!”
“What is that?” asked Tab wondering.
“You are not to breathe a word to Carver, you understand, Tab? This is the most extraordinary discovery. Tab!” his voice shook, “I have found how the murder was committed!”
“The Trasmere murder?”
“Yes,” came the quick reply. “I know how the man got in and out of the vault. I was in there this afternoon inspecting the work that has been done and I found it by accident. It is all so simple, Tab, how the key got on to the table, and—everything. Can you meet me at Mayfield?”
“At Mayfield?”
“I’ll be waiting outside the door for you. I don’t want any of Carver’s men to see us.”