“What is this charge, then?”
The Inspector smiled. “That’s as may be, madam.”
“Can I see him?”
“Not alone, I’m afraid, ma’am,” said Bell.
“What?” she cried. “What do you mean?”
“The car’ll take you back, ma’am.”
She stared at him a long minute. “The car?” she started up. “I don’t need your car. I’ll not have it. I can go, can I?” she laughed.
Bell opened the door. “Phew!” he puffed as he closed it. “She looked murder, didn’t she?”
“Nice young woman for a quiet tea-party,” Reggie murmured. “I wonder. I wonder. I think I’ll use that car.”
As it drew out upon the bridge he saw the tall shape of Miss Darcourt ahead. She was going slowly. She stopped. She glanced behind her at the lights of the car. She climbed the parapet and was gone.