“The cobwebs on your chin are strangers to me,” said Carslake, “but that noble brow and those sparkling eyes belong to an old friend of mine, Dan Throgood, yclept Double Dan.” “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake,” said “Dempsi” with some hauteur. “What you’re afraid of is that I haven’t,” said Carslake, and glanced at the broken door of the safe. “Your work?” “No. That’s not my line. You’ve nothing on me, Carslake. I’ve been staying here as a guest of Mr. Selsbury.” “And now you’re going to be a guest of the King,” said Carslake, slipping a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. “I must say, Dan, that you see life!” It was later in the day, and from information received, that the inspector called at 61 Cheynel Gardens to arrest and detain one Sarah Chowster, British subject _alias_ Heloise van Oynne. But Heloise had gone. None knew whither. “Can I see Miss Ford,” he asked, “or Mr. Selsbury?” Eleanor asked him to wait, and, passing into The Study, listened intently at the door. “...I really was going back to Australia, Gordon.” “I’ll follow you, and if necessary lose myself in the bush,” said Gordon’s voice. There was a long silence. Eleanor opened the door an inch and looked. Then she went back to the detective. “Mr. Selsbury and Miss Ford are engaged,” she said. THE END