"Why not at your own lodgings?"
"Because it is not wise to leave a trail to one's own door," retorted Vass, with a cunning look. "Well, Julia went to the rendezvous disguised as Miss Hargone, in a fawn-coloured mantle which Grent knew well. She got the money."
"How? By murdering Grent?"
"No; he gave it to her thinking she was Miss Hargone. Then----"
"Well, well; then----"
"I don't know what happened," said Vass helplessly. "Julia had not time to tell me all, when she was murdered."
"By whom?" cried Torry eagerly.
"By a man I don't know. It was this way. I was at the Needle at one o'clock, but she did not come. I waited for half an hour and then she came running to me."
"From which direction?"
"Northumberland-avenue."