Then he remarked in a slow, reflective tone—
"I suppose, Mr. Vidal, you know that the young French lady who was found here has made a statement to Inspector Warton?"
"What!" I gasped. "What has she told him?"
"I don't know, except that he's gone up to Scotland Yard to-day regarding it."
I held my breath.
What indiscretions, I wondered, had Lola committed!
CHAPTER XXI EXPLAINS LOLA'S FEARS
After leaving the house in which I had so narrowly escaped death, I dropped the sergeant at Spring Place station and, with Rayner, drove over to Brentford, where, at the hospital, I stood beside Lola's bed.
She looked a pale, frail, pathetic little figure, clad in a light blue dressing-jacket, and propped up among the pillows. When she recognized me she put forth a slim white hand and smiled a glad welcome.