"I—I didn't see anything," he stammered.
"Were you with him all the time?"
"He was never out of my sight."
"Be careful how you answer," she said, "or I'll believe you're in with him."
Freer's face was pale and sweaty. "Well—well—he flirted with a girl in the station. I couldn't hear what he said because I was buying the tickets. It looked all right."
"Looked all right!" snarled Lorina. "You fool! One of Enderby's spies tracked you!"
"I swear we weren't trailed!" cried Freer. "I watched particularly."
"What time was that?"
"About quarter past seven."
"At eight o'clock a telegram was delivered at the Sanatorium," said Lorina. "My agent called me up. It said: 'Do not leave the house to-night,' and was signed 'B. Enderby.'"