"Of course I've found it. How do you suppose I could be tearing along with it in my hands if I hadn't?" The volubility of her utterance pointed to a rapid return to convalescence. "It seems that I gave it to Jane, or she says that I did, though I have no recollection of doing anything of the kind. As she had already plenty of better bags of her own, probably most of them mine, she didn't want it, so she gave it to her sister-in-law. Directly I heard that, I dragged her into a cab and tore off to the woman's house. The woman was out, and, of course, she'd taken the bag with her to do some shopping. I packed off her husband and half-a-dozen children to scour the neighbourhood for her in different directions, and I thought I should have a fit while I waited. The moment she appeared I snatched the bag from her hand, flung myself back into the cab--and now the cab has flung me out into the road, and heaven only knows if I shall ever be the same woman I was before I started." "And the bag! Where is it?" She looked about her with bewildered eyes. "The bag? I haven't the faintest notion. I must have left it in the cab." Mr. Roland rushed out into the street. He gained the vehicle in which Mrs. Tranmer had travelled. It seemed that one of the shafts had been wrenched right off, but they had raised it to what was as nearly an upright position as circumstances permitted. "Where's the hand-bag which was in that cab?" "Hand-bag?" returned the driver. "I ain't seen no hand-bag. So far I ain't hardly seen the bloomin' cab." A voice was heard at Mr. Roland's elbows. "This here bloke picked up a bag--I see him do it." Mr. Roland's grip fastened on the shoulder of the "bloke" alluded to, an undersized youth apparently not yet in his teens. The young gentleman resented the attention. "'Old 'ard, guv'nor! I picked up the bag, that's all right; I was just a-wondering who it might belong to." "It belongs to the lady who was riding in the cab. Kindly hand it over." It was "handed over"; borne back into the chemist's shop; proffered to Miss Angel. "I believe that this is the missing bag, apparently not much the worse for its various adventures." "It is the bag." She opened it. Apparently it was empty. But on her manipulating an unseen fastening an inner pocket was disclosed. From it she took a folded paper. "And here is the will!" CHAPTER V THE COURT IS STARTLED