"I am going to send for another detective," returned I; and stepping
to the window I telegraphed at once to the man Harris to go for Mr.
Gryce.

"The one we saw at the Station?"

I bowed assent.

Her face lost something of its drawn expression. "O I am glad; he will
do something."

Subduing my indignation at this back thrust, I employed my time in
taking note of such details as had escaped my previous attention.
They were not many. The open writing-desk--in which, however I found
no letters or written documents of any kind, only a few sheets of
paper, with pen, ink, etc.; the brush and hairpins scattered on the
bureau as though the girl had been interrupted while arranging her
hair (if she had been interrupted); and the absence of any great pile
of work such as one would expect to see in a room set apart for
sewing, were all I could discover. Not much to help us, in case this
was to prove an affair of importance as I began to suspect.

With Mr. Gryce's arrival, however, things soon assumed a better shape.
He came to the basement door, was ushered in by your humble servant,
had the whole matter as far as I had investigated it, at his
finger-ends in a moment, and was up-stairs and in that room before I,
who am called the quickest man in the force as you all know, could
have time to determine just what difference his presence would make to
me in a pecuniary way in event of Mrs. Daniels' promises amounting to
anything. He did not remain there long, but when he came down I saw