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But her words had awakened a new uneasiness in Tuppence. What had she meant by that low murmur. ‘Mr Brown?’ Tuppence caught herself nervously looking over her shoulder. The big wardrobe loomed up in a sinister fashion before her eyes. Plenty of room for a man to hide in that … Half-ashamed of herself Tuppence pulled it open and looked inside. No one – of course! She stooped down and looked under the bed. There was no other possible hiding-place.

      Tuppence gave her familiar shake of the shoulders. It was absurd, this giving way to nerves! Slowly she went out of the room. Julius and Sir James were talking in a low voice. Sir James turned to her.

      ‘Lock the door on the outside, please, Miss Tuppence, and take out the key. There must be no chance of anyone entering that room.’

      The gravity of his manner impressed them, and Tuppence felt less ashamed of her attack of ‘nerves.’

      ‘Say,’ remarked Julius suddenly, ‘there’s Tuppence’s bright boy. I guess I’d better go down and ease his young mind. That’s some lad, Tuppence.’

      ‘How did you get in, by the way?’ asked Tuppence suddenly. ‘I forgot to ask.’

      ‘Well, Albert got me on the phone all right. I ran round for Sir James here, and we came right on. The boy was on the look out for us, and was just a mite worried about what might have happened to you. He’d been listening outside the door of the flat, but couldn’t hear anything. Anyhow he suggested sending us up in the coal lift instead of ringing the bell. And sure enough we landed in the scullery and came right along to find you. Albert’s still below, and must be hopping mad by this time.’ With which Julius departed abruptly.

      ‘Now then, Miss Tuppence,’ said Sir James, ‘you know this place better than I do. Where do you suggest we should take up our quarters?’

      Tuppence considered for a moment or two.

      ‘I think Mrs Vandemeyer’s boudoir would be the most comfortable,’ she said at last, and led the way there.

      Sir James looked round approvingly.

      ‘This will do very well, and now, my dear young lady, do go to bed and get some sleep.’

      Tuppence shook her head resolutely.

      ‘I couldn’t, thank you, Sir James. I should dream of Mr Brown all night!’

      ‘But you’ll be so tired, child.’

      ‘No, I shan’t. I’d rather stay up – really.’

      The lawyer gave in.

      Julius reappeared some minutes later, having reassured Albert and rewarded him lavishly for his services. Having in his turn failed to persuade Tuppence to go to bed, he said decisively:

      ‘At any rate, you’ve got to have something to eat right away. Where’s the larder?’

      Tuppence directed him, and he returned in a few minutes with a cold pie and three plates.

      After a hearty meal, the girl felt inclined to pooh-pooh her fancies of half an hour before. The power of the money bribe could not fail.

      ‘And now, Miss Tuppence,’ said Sir James, ‘we want to hear your adventures.’

      ‘That’s so,’ agreed Julius.

      Tuppence narrated her adventures with some complacence. Julius occasionally interjected an admiring ‘Bully.’ Sir James said nothing until she had finished, when his quiet ‘Well done, Miss Tuppence,’ made her flush with pleasure.

      ‘There’s one thing I don’t get clearly,’ said Julius. ‘What put her up to clearing out?’

      ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Tuppence.

      Sir James stroked his chin thoughtfully.

      ‘The room was in great disorder. That looks as though her flight was unpremeditated. Almost as though she got a sudden warning to go from someone.’

      ‘Mr Brown, I suppose,’ said Julius scoffingly.

      The lawyer looked at him deliberately for a minute or two.

      ‘Why not?’ he said. ‘Remember, you yourself have once been worsted by him.’

      Julius flushed with vexation.

      ‘I feel just mad when I think of how I handed out Jane’s photograph to him like a lamb. Gee, if I ever lay hands on it again, I’ll freeze on to it – like hell!’

      ‘That contingency is likely to be a remote one,’ said the other dryly.

      ‘I guess you’re right,’ said Julius frankly. ‘And, in any case, it’s the original I’m out after. Where do you think she can be, Sir James?’

      The lawyer shook his head.

      ‘Impossible to say. But I’ve a very good idea where she has been.’

      ‘You have? Where?’

      Sir James smiled.

      ‘At the scene of your nocturnal adventures, the Bournemouth nursing home.’

      ‘There? Impossible. I asked.’

      ‘No, my dear sir, you asked if anyone of the name of Jane Finn had been there. Now, if the girl had been placed there it would almost certainly be under an assumed name.’

      ‘Bully for you,’ cried Julius. ‘I never thought of that!’

      ‘It was fairly obvious,’ said the other.

      ‘Perhaps the doctor’s in it too,’ suggested Tuppence.

      Julius shook his head.

      ‘I don’t think so. I took to him at once. No, I’m pretty sure Dr Hall’s all right.’

      ‘Hall, did you say?’ asked Sir James. ‘That is curious – really very curious.’

      ‘Why?’ demanded Tuppence.

      ‘Because I happened to meet him this morning. I’ve known him slightly on and off for some years, and this morning I ran across him in the street. Staying at the Metropole, he told me.’ He turned to Julius. ‘Didn’t he tell you he was coming up to town?’

      Julius shook his head.

      ‘Curious,’ mused Sir James. ‘You did not mention his name this afternoon, or I would have suggested your going to him for further information with my card as introduction.’

      ‘I guess I’m a mutt,’ said Julius with unusual humility. ‘I ought to have thought of the false name stunt.’

      ‘How could you think of anything after falling out of that tree?’ cried Tuppence. ‘I’m sure anyone else would have been killed right off.’

      ‘Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, anyway,’ said Julius. ‘We’ve got Mrs Vandemeyer on a string, and that’s all we need.’

      ‘Yes,’ said Tuppence, but there was a lack of assurance in her voice.

      A silence settled down over the party. Little by little the magic of the night began to gain hold on them. There were sudden creaks in the furniture, imperceptible rustlings in the curtains. Suddenly Tuppence sprang up with a cry.

      ‘I can’t help it. I know Mr Brown’s somewhere in the flat! I can feel him.’

      ‘Sure, Tuppence, how could he be? This door’s open into the hall. No one could have come in by the front door without our seeing and hearing him.’

      ‘I can’t help it. I feel he’s here!’

      She looked appealingly at Sir James, who replied gravely:

      ‘With due deference to your feelings, Miss Tuppence (and mine as well for that matter), I do not see how it is humanly possible for anyone to be in the flat without our knowledge.’

      The girl was a

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