"Oh, she can be sent on next week with apologies. We can get a new warrant if necessary."
"Where is she?"
"At Bow Street."
"No; I mean the Spanish lady?"
T. B. grinned.
"She's locked up in your office, sir," he said cheerfully.
The Commissioner said nothing, but T. B. declined to meet his eye.
At four o'clock the next morning, a woman attendant woke "La Belle Espagnole" from a fitful sleep, and a few minutes afterwards T. B., dressed for a journey and accompanied by a hard-faced wardress and a detective, came in.
"Where are you going to take me?" she demanded, but T. B.'s reply was not very informing.
A closed carriage deposited them at Euston in time to catch the early morning train.