and see me this afternoon, will you? and bring the papers with you. I want to go over them with you...I'll tell you when I see you...Thanks, at four then. Good-bye."
Our worthy friend arrived promptly to his hour. Inspector Rumsey was not a distinguished-looking man, but he was true-blue. He owed part of his reputation, perhaps, to his friendship for my mistress, who often helps him with the more subtle points of his cases. He in return, I need hardly say, is able to render us invaluable assistance.
involuntary shiver. "I shouldn't care to live there where it happened."
Mme. Storey struck out on a new line. "Well! Well!" she said, "what a poor guesser I am! Frank Esher was the one I backed."
I saw a spark of animosity leap out of the old woman's eye. I suppose it occurred to her, too, that