”Gwendoline Hillmer.”
So Bruce also raced off in a hansom towards Sloane Square.
CHAPTER XX
MR. SYDNEY H. CORBETT
The detective glanced up at Bruce’s chambers while passing through Victoria Street.
“I wonder what he would think if he knew what we are after,” he said to his colleague, one of the two who accompanied him when the barrister was arrested by mistake.
“What are we after?” said the policeman.
“This time we are going to nail the right Corbett,” was the confident answer.