Miss Beale naturally misinterpreted the blank stare with which Theydon
received this remarkable statement.

"I don't see why any one should wish to conceal a simple matter of
business like that," she said nervously. "May I explain that I have an
impression, not founded on anything quite tangible, that Mr. Forbes
was largely interested in the syndicate which sent Arthur Lester to
China, so it is very likely that the payment of an annuity, or
pension, to Arthur's widow would be left in his care. I do not know. I
am only guessing. But that matter, and others, can hardly fail to be
cleared up by the police inquiry."

Theydon recovered his self-control as rapidly as he had lost it. He
glanced at the clock-- 10:15. Within half an hour, or less, Miss Beale
would be on her way to Scotland Yard. He must act promptly and
decisively, or he would find himself in a distinctly unfavorable
position in his relations with the Criminal Investigation Department.

"I happen to be acquainted with Mr. Forbes," he said, striving
desperately to appear cool and methodical when his brain was seething.
"Would you mind if I just rang him up on the telephone? A few words
now might enlighten us materially."

"O, you are most helpful," said the lady, blushing again with timid
gratitude. "I am so glad I summoned up courage to call on you. I was
terrified at the idea of going to the Police Headquarters, but I shall
not mind it at all now."

Soon Theydon was asking for "00400, Bank." He had left the door of his