“Once again—what is the name of the place?”
The girl bit her lip.
“Answer!” shouted Harley.
“I swear, sir,” cried the girl, beginning suddenly to sob, “that I don’t know! Oh, please let me go! I swear I have told you all I know!”
“Good!”
Paul Harley glanced at his watch, crossed the room, and opened the door. He turned. “You can go now,” he said. “But I don’t think you will find Sidney waiting!”
It wanted only three minutes to midnight, and Innes, rather haggard and anxious-eyed, was pacing Paul Harley’s private office when the ‘phone bell rang. Eagerly he took up the receiver.
“Hullo!” came a voice. “That you, Innes?”
“Mr. Harley!” cried Innes. “Thank God you are safe! I was growing desperately anxious!”
“I am by no means safe, Innes! I am in one of the tightest corners of my life! Listen: Get Wessex! If he’s off duty, get Burton. Tell him to bring—”