One incident relieved the monotony of the journey. As the car flew round a corner in an exceptionally narrow lane it almost crashed into another car, which, driven at breakneck speed, was coming in the opposite direction. A fleeting exchange of curses between the chauffeurs, and the cars passed. By common consent, they had headed for Kathleen’s home. Streatham was deserted. As they turned the corner of the quiet road in which the girl lived, Angel stopped the car and alighted. He lifted one of the huge lamps from the socket and examined the road. “There has been a car here less than half an hour ago,” he said, pointing to the unmistakable track of wheels. They led to the door of the house. He rang the bell, and it was almost immediately answered by an elderly lady, who, wrapped in a loose dressing-gown, bade him enter. “Nobody seems to be surprised to see us to-night,” thought Angel with bitter humor. “I am Detective Angel from Scotland Yard,” he announced himself, and the elderly lady seemed unimpressed. “Kathleen has gone,” she informed him cheerfully. Jimmy heard her with a sinking at his heart. “Yes,” said the old lady, “Mr. Spedding, the eminent solicitor, called for her an hour ago, and”--she grew confidential--“as I know you gentlemen are very much interested in the case, I may say that there is every hope that before to-morrow my niece will be in possession of her fortune.” Jimmy groaned. “Please, go on,” said Angel. “It came about over a book which Kathleen had given her some years ago, and which most assuredly would have been lost but for my carefulness.” Jimmy cursed her “carefulness” under his breath. “When we moved here after the death of Kathleen’s poor father I had a great number of things stored. There were amongst these an immense quantity of books, which Kathleen would have sold, but which I thought----” “Where are these stored?” asked Angel quickly. “At an old property of ours--the only property that my poor brother had remaining,” she replied sadly, “and that because it was in too dilapidated a condition to attract buyers.” “Where, where?” Angel realized the rudeness of his impatience. “Forgive me, madam,” he said, “but it is absolutely necessary that I should follow your niece at once.” “It is on the Tonbridge Road,” she answered stiffly. “So far as I can remember, it is somewhere between Crawley and Tonbridge, but I am not sure. Kathleen knows the place well; that is why she has gone.” “Somewhere on the Tonbridge Road!” repeated Angel helplessly. “We could follow the car’s tracks,” said Jimmy. Angel shook his head. “If this rain is general, they will be obliterated,” he replied. They stood a minute, Jimmy biting the sodden finger of his glove, and Angel staring into vacancy. Then Jimmy demanded unexpectedly-- “Have you a Bible?” The old lady allowed the astonishment she felt at the question to be apparent. “I have several.” “A teacher’s Bible, with notes?” he asked. She thought.