"I know you by sight, sir. But that--"

"Clever chap, by Jove! And there's no but about it. Mr.--Mr.--never mind
what it is. I don't want to know your name. Mrs. Medcroft, will you
permit me to send my wife up to you? Mr. Manager, I insist that you take
this c'nfended rabble down to the office and tell them to go to the
devil? Don't do it up here; do it down there."

After some further discussion and protest, the Scotland Yard man and his
party left the room to its distracted mistress. It may be well to
remark, for the sake of local colour, that Tootles was crying lustily,
while Raggles barked in spite of all that O'Brien could do to stop him.

Odell-Carney sent his wife to Edith. A few minutes later, as he was
making his way to the office, he came upon Mrs. Rodney and Katherine,
hurrying, white-faced, to their rooms.

"Oh, isn't it dreadful?" wailed the former, putting her clenched hands
to her temples.

"Isn't wot dreadful?" demanded he brutally.

"About Edith! They're going to arrest her."

"Not if I can help it, madam. Where is Mr. Rodney?"

"He hasn't anything to do with it! We're as innocent as children unborn.
It's all shocking to us. Mr. Rodney shouldn't be arrested. His
rectitude is without a flaw. For heaven's sake, don't implicate him.