In a quarter of an hour I was informed that I was "through."

"Is Miss Ethelwynn at home?" I inquired. "No; she's gone out for a

walk," replied a feminine voice--that of a maid, evidently. "Who are

you, please?"

"Mr. Kershaw Kirk," I replied, for want of something better to say.

"Oh, Mr. Kirk!" exclaimed the woman. "Is that you, sir? Your voice

sounds so different over the 'phone. Miss Ethelwynn left word that, if

you rang up, I was to tell you that Mr. Langton is back, so you had

better keep out of the way."

"What does Langton know?" I asked, quickly on the alert.

"Nothing yet; only be very careful. Are you coming down here?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I'll ring your mistress up later on to-day.

Is there any other message for me?"

"No, my mistress said nothing else, sir."

"Very well," I said. "Good morning!" and I rang off.

That conversation created further doubts in my mind. Here was a girl

whom both Kirk and myself had seen dead, yet she was still alive, and

actually acting in conjunction with him to keep her father's death a

secret! It was incomprehensible!

What could it mean?

Pelham came to me with some questions concerning the business, but I

only answered mechanically. I could think of nothing--only of the

mysterious, inscrutable affair in Sussex Place. The mystery had

possessed my soul.

At eleven o'clock, suppressing all suspicion I held of Kershaw Kirk, I

called at his house; but his sister showed me a telegram she had

received soon after nine o'clock that morning. It had been handed in at

Charing Cross Station, and was to the effect that he was just leaving

for the Continent.

Another curious circumstance! He had gone to join that crafty-faced

servant, Antonio Merli. Now that Leonard Langton had returned, he

evidently thought it wise to make himself scarce. And yet Langton had

calmly denied all knowledge of him!

A little before five o'clock that afternoon, while sitting in my glass

office in the garage, the man Dick Drake brought me a telegram. It had

been handed in at the Gare du Nord, in Paris, and was from Kirk. His

enigmatical words were:

"Recall all I told you. I thank you sincerely for helping me over a

difficulty last night. Shall rejoin you shortly. If questioned say

nothing. All depends upon you. Silence!"

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