“I won’t,” said the Duchess. “But she won’t be here to-morrow!”
Lady Sidonia’s eyes opened to their widest extent. “Won’t—be here?”
“No. She is the girl who got out of the bath!”
“Good heavens!” cried Lady Sidonia. “How do you——Are you——”
“I had been shown her photograph by the police—recognized her the moment I saw her,” said the Duchess. “I’m not mistaken any, you may be sure. But you needn’t trouble about her. She’s gone!”
“Gone!”
“She was listening at the door, and heard the whole story. When you spoke about the cat, she made tracks. She’s clear of this house by now, you may bet your back teeth. Don’t worry about her,” said the Duchess. “I’ll send my own maid to you in the morning. Good-night!”
THE BREAKING PLACE
Being a letter from Miss Tossie Trilbina, of No. 000, Giddingham Mansions, W., to the Editor of “The Keyhole,” an illustrated Weekly Journal of Caterings for the Curious.
Dear Sir,