As I stood there in the full light of that glaring afternoon, the whole scene came back vividly to me. She had known that man who had been so foully murdered in her mother’s home. I must, at all costs, find her, clear myself, and elucidate the truth.
Hence, with that object, I hailed another cab, and, giving the man directions to drive to The Boltons, sat back, eager and wondering.
As the conveyance drew up my heart gave a leap for joy, for I saw by the blinds that the house was still occupied.
I sprang out and rang the visitors’ bell.
Chapter Twenty Four.
The Master Hand.
A man-servant answered my summons.
“Mrs Anson?” I inquired.