"But you're a professional, Mr. Vernon, and have to make your money."
"I don't want it in this case. The Spider made use of a certain lady's name to inveigle me to West Kensington, and I mean to be even with him."
"Miss Corsoon. I think you mentioned Miss Corsoon."
"Yes, only you needn't talk about it outside your office," said Vernon hastily. "I don't want her to be mixed up in this business. Also, I am not very proud of having been trapped in this way."
"Only the police will know," Drench assured him, and led the way out of the room, after turning out the lights. "You'd better go home now, Mr. Vernon, as you have done quite enough to-night, and look worn out."
Vernon nodded. "When will the inquest take place?"
"To-morrow; the sooner it's over the better. We can work on the clue of The Spider which you have supplied. We'll catch him."
Vernon shrugged his shoulders. He was less confident of success than Drench, since for nearly two years The Spider had entirely baffled the police.