As Philip busied himself with the jar of curaçao I found myself by Audrey Rooke's side. It was a little on my mind that she had the impression I didn't like her. Very charming and graceful indeed she looked in her filmy black tulle, and the hat with the little jutting-out serifs admirably suited her. The ring that I had prised out of the hole in the floor with a screwdriver was on her finger again, above her wedding-ring. "May I say how sincerely glad I am this has all ended so happily?" I said in a low voice. She lifted the large dark eyes to mine, and I fancied I saw a grateful look in them. "Thank you," she said; and added, "Mollie told me what your share in it was." "The merest fluke," I said. "But you were quick to understand," she replied; and we let it go at that. "Got those glasses, Monty?" Philip called. "Fetch Joan in, Mollie--there isn't much time----" We pressed about the tray of glasses filled with the pale liquid gold. "Well--extraordinary good luck, everybody----" "Here's how----" "Cheerioh----" "God bless," said Chummy, with a little jerk of his glass aloft. "No, Alan, liqueurs are not for little boys--not till after their first term----" "The best of luck, Mrs. Rooke----" The glasses were set down again, and we bustled into the little hall. "Gear all aboard?" "Right--so long, Mollie, and ever so many thanks----" "Good-by, darling----" "Good-by, Commander----" "With your permission, Chummy----" "Here, I say, let them get off--they'll miss their train----" We flocked down the path after them, and Philip closed the taxi door. "Paddington," he said. Waving hands, handkerchiefs, blown kisses; and the taxi glided away. As it did so it showed a tall figure in police uniform who had been standing behind it. "Good morning, Inspector," said Philip. Inspector Webster gravely saluted. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA