“But what has it to do------”
“The driver stated she came from your chambers, for you saw her off, and
her last words to you were 'Good night, Mr. Knox, I am sincerely sorry
to have given you all this trouble.' Is that correct, sir?”
The constable, who had read out the information in an official voice,
now looked at me, as I stood there stupefied.
“It is,” I said blankly. “I'll come at once.” It would seem that I had
misjudged my unfortunate visitor: her story of the yellow man on the
stair had apparently been not a fabrication, but a gruesome fact!