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Page 71
"Yes?"
"She came out some time later in rather a hurry. In fact, I think
there was no doubt that she was frightened. By this time I had
another cab waiting."
"And where did she go?" asked Innes.
"Back to Victoria Station."
"Yes! Go on!"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Innes, my story does not go much further. I
wasted very little time, you may be sure. But although no train
had left from the South Eastern station, which she had entered,
there was no sign of her anywhere. So that I can only suppose she
ran through to the Brighton side, or possibly out to a car, which
may have been waiting for her somewhere."
"Is that all?" asked Innes, gloomily.
"That's all, Mr. Innes. But I thought I would report it."
"Quite right, Rector; you could do no more. Did you see anything
of Detective Sergeant Stokes before you left Piccadilly?"
"I did," replied the other. "He also was intensely interested in
Nicol Brinn's visitor. And about five minutes before she came out
he went upstairs."
"Oh, I see. She came out almost immediately after Stokes had gone
up?"
"Yes."
"Very well, Rector. Return to Piccadilly, and report to me as
soon as possible." Innes hung up the receiver.
"Did you follow, Wessex?" he said. "Stokes was on the right
track, but made a bad blunder. You see, his appearance led to the
woman's retreat."
"He explained that to me," returned the inspector, gloomily. "She
got out by another door as he came in. Oh! a pretty mess he has
made of it. If he and Rector had been cooperating, they could
have covered her movements perfectly."
"There is no use crying over spilt milk," returned Innes. He
glanced significantly in the inspector's direction. "Miss
Abingdon has rung up practically every hour all day," he said.
Wessex nodded his head.
"I'm a married man myself," he replied, "and happily married,
too. But if you had seen the look in her eyes when I told her
that Mr. Harley had disappeared, I believe you would have envied
him."
"Yes," murmured Innes. "They haven't known each other long, but I
should say from what little I have seen of them that she cares
too much for her peace of mind." He stared hard at the inspector.
"I think it will break her heart if anything has happened to the
chief. The sound of her voice over the telephone brings a lump
into my throat, Wessex. She rang up an hour ago. She will ring up
again."
"Yet I never thought he was a marrying man," muttered the
inspector.
"Neither did I," returned Innes, smiling sadly. "But even he can
be forgiven for changing his mind in the case of Phil Abingdon."
"Ah," said the inspector. "I am not sorry to know that he is
human like the rest of us." His expression grew retrospective,
and: "I can't make out how the garage you were speaking about
didn't report that matter before," he added.
"Well, you see," explained Innes, "they were used to the chief
making long journeys."
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