“The raven, yes—and also the Chinaman.” “What!” “Oh! it’s a nightmare to behold them together!” declared Mollie, clasping her hands and bending forward. She was gaining courage, and now looked almost boldly into the fierce eyes of the Chief Inspector. “Describe the house,” he said succinctly. “Take your time and use your own words.” Thereupon Mollie launched into a description of Sin Sin Wa’s opium-house. Kerry, his eyes fixed upon her face, listened silently. Then: “These little rooms are really next door?” he asked. “I suppose so, Inspector. We always went through the back of a cupboard!” “Can you give me names of others who used this place?” “Well”—Mollie hesitated—“poor Rita, of course and Sir Lucien. Then, Cyrus Kilfane used to go.” “Kilfane? The American actor?” “Yes.” “H’m. He’s back in America, Sir Lucien is dead, and Mrs. Irvin is missing. Nobody else?” Mollie shook her head. “Who first took you there?” “Cyrus Kilfane.” “Not Sir Lucien?” “Oh, no. But both of them had been before.” “What was Kazmah’s connection with Mrs. Sin and her husband?” “I have no idea, Inspector. Kazmah used to supply cocaine and veronal and trional and heroin, but those who wanted to smoke opium he sent to Mrs. Sin.” “What! he gave them her address?” “No, no! He gave her _their_ address.” “I see. She called?” “Yes. Oh, Inspector”—Mollie bent farther forward—“I can see in your eyes that you think I am fabulously wicked! Shall I be arrested?” Kerry coughed drily and stood up. “Probably not, miss. But you may be required to give evidence.” “Oh, actually?” cried Mollie, also standing up and approaching nearer. “Yes. Shall you object?” Mollie looked into his eyes. “Not if I can be of the slightest assistance to _you_, Inspector.” A theory to explain why this social butterfly had sought him out as a recipient of her compromising confidences presented itself to Kerry’s mind. He was a modest man, having neither time nor inclination for gallantries, and this was the first occasion throughout his professional career upon which he had obtained valuable evidence on the strength of his personal attractions. He doubted the accuracy of his deduction. But, Mollie at that moment lowering her lashes and then rapidly raising them again, Kerry was compelled to accept his own astonishing theory. “And she is the daughter of a peer!” he reflected. “No wonder it has been hard to get evidence.” He glanced rapidly in the direction of the door. There were several details which were by no means clear, but he decided to act upon the information already given and to get rid of his visitor without delay. Where some of the most dangerous criminals in Europe and America had failed, Mollie Gretna had succeeded in making Red Kerry nervous. “I am much indebted to you, miss,” he said, and opened the door.