"Forgive me, boy; you're a brick. What about your duties?"
"I got leave from the adjutant. That's all right. What's to be done now?"
"We must see Inspector Dredge, and look after my motor, which is still piled up in the field where the lady left it. Clever woman that. She knew that she might be traced by the number, and so got rid of the car. I daresay she footed it to Murchester, and went on to London by the night train."
"In a white cloak she'd be traced."
"If she was fool enough to wear it," said I dryly, "but I daresay we'll find that white cloak packed away in the car."
"Come along and let us see," cried Cannington, greatly excited.
"One moment. Mrs. Giles, what about Miss Destiny and her servant?"
"She's not up yet, sir, and Lucinda has taken in her breakfast."
"Is she returning to Burwain to-day?"
"I think so, sir. But Sam told Inspector Dredge of what she said last night, and he wishes to ask her questions about Mrs. Caldershaw's past."