"She might have told Beryl."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind. Go on with your tale."
"Well, I followed the boy. He kept a little ahead of me, and several times when I got lost in the fog he reappeared."
"Judas is as clever as his father, the Accuser of the Brethren. How long were you getting to Crimea Square?"
"Allowing for stoppages, three-quarters of an hour. All the trouble took place about a quarter to eleven."
"Did you see the Red Window?"
"I saw a red glare in a window on the first floor. I don't suppose the glass was red, but think some red material must have been placed over a lamp and that placed close to the window."
"Might have been a blind," mused Dick, "and yet when Beryl looked and his friend Mrs. Webber they saw no Red Window. Are you sure?"
"I am certain," responded Gore, emphatically. "When I saw the Red Window I was convinced that Lucy had sent for me, and, thinking that she had persuaded my grandfather to relent, I would have entered the house for a personal interview but that Mrs. Gilroy came out."