"Did she seem disturbed?"
"Not at all. She simply came in and said that she had done her business. Then she paid me the money and sent me to bed, after hearing that all was well, and that the other servants suspected nothing. Then she remained in the drawing-room looking over some papers."
"You suspected nothing wrong?"
"I did not," replied Miss Doon, with assurance. "Not until you spoke of her singing the song did I think anything wrong."
"Yet you read the report at the inquest."
"I did. But it never struck me that----"
"I see," interrupted Bocaros, rubbing his hands. "Well, you can be quite sure, Emily, that Mrs. Fane came to Ajax Villa on that night. Can she drive a motor-car?"
"Yes. She had one down at Westcliff-on-Sea."
"Then it's her, without a doubt. She stole Tracey's motor-car, and leaving it in Charing Cross station-yard, went along by the underground to Liverpool Street, where she caught the last train. Jasher told me that Tracey's own idea is, that a woman did this, and that a woman killed Mrs. Brand. Ah! with your evidence we'll have her."
"What will you do?"