‘Marjorie was in that bundle!’
‘I doubt it,’ I said.
He moved about the room distractedly, wringing his hands.
‘She was! she must have been! God help us all!’
‘I repeat that I doubt it. If you will be advised by me you will wait awhile before you arrive at any such conclusion.’
All at once there was a tapping at the window pane. Atherton was staring at us from without.
He shouted through the glass,
‘Come out of that, you fossils!—I’ve news for you!’
CHAPTER XLI.
THE CONSTABLE,—HIS CLUE,—AND THE CAB
Miss Coleman, getting up in a fluster, went hurrying to the door.