“Was Walters there at the time?” asked Tab.
“Yes, sir; he was Mr. Trasmere’s valet. After Mr. Green went Mr. Walters was butler and valet, too.”
Tab went straight to the office to write the story up to date, but he knew that it was a waste of labour, since some news was certain to come in before nightfall.
The news editor was at his desk when he pushed open the big swing doors and came into the news room to report.
“These front page crimes always come together in shoals,” complained the news editor bitterly. “I have another very good story—”
“Well, give it to a good story writer,” said Tab. “This case is going to occupy not only my time, but the time of half-a-dozen men very fully indeed. What is the new sensation?” he asked sarcastically.
“An actress has lost her jewels, which does not sound tremendously exciting,” said the news editor, fishing for two slips of paper on which he had made a rough note of the case, “but you needn’t bother about that. I’ll put another man on the story as soon as I can get one.”
“Who is the actress?”
“Ursula Ardfern,” replied the editor, and Tab’s jaw dropped.