"I don't know. If I can only find her, I shall ask her to come back and face the worst. She can explain."
"She will have to when she is caught. How do you propose to find her, Ware?"
"I don't know. Wait till I am on my feet again."
"Well," said Morley cheerfully, "I'll give you a clue—the Scarlet Cross."
"Rubbish! There's nothing in that in spite of the anonymous letter. What do you know about the matter?"
"Only what Steel told me. He found a boatman at Gravesend who declared that on the day of the crime—Steel gave him the date—a small steam yacht was lying in the river off the town. It was called The Red Cross. The next morning it was gone. The night was foggy, and no one saw it leave its moorings. It simply vanished. What do you make of that, Ware?"
"Nothing at all. What has this yacht to do with Miss Denham?"
"Can't you see? The anonymous letter referred to a Scarlet Cross. Such an ornament was picked up in the church, and the boat was called——"
"The Red Cross—not The Scarlet Cross," interrupted Ware.
"Only a difference of shade," said Morley ironically. "But I am certain that Miss Denham with her companion went on board that yacht. I can't think how else they escaped."