Presently the door opened and the stretcher came out, bearing the blanket-enveloped figure of the girl, her face just visible, and she favoured Mr. Lewinstein with a pathetic smile as she passed. The stairs were negotiated without any difficulty by the attendants, and carefully the stretcher was pushed into the interior of the ambulance. “That’s all right,” said the doctor; “if I were you I would have that bedroom locked up and fumigated to-morrow.” “I’m awfully obliged to you, doctor. If you will give me your address I would like to send you a cheque.” “Oh, rubbish,” said the other cheerfully, “I am only too happy to serve you. I will go into the village to pick up my car and get back to town myself.” “Where will you take this young woman?” asked Mr. Lewinstein. “To the County Fever Hospital,” replied the other carelessly. “That’s where you’re taking her, isn’t it?” “Yes, sir,” said one of the attendants. Mr. Lewinstein waited on the steps until the red lights of the car had disappeared, then stepped inside with the sense of having managed a very difficult situation rather well. “That will do for the night,” he said to the butler. “Thank you for waiting up.” He found himself walking, with a little smile on his lips, along the corridor to his own room. As he was passing his wife’s door he stumbled over something. Stooping, he picked up a case. There was an electric switch close by, and he flooded the corridor with light. “Jumping Moses!” he gasped, for the thing he held in his hand was his wife’s jewel case. He made a run for her door, and was just gripping the handle, when the label there caught his eye, and he stared in hopeless bewilderment at the sign of Four Square Jane. * * * * * An ambulance stopped at a cross-road, where a big car was waiting, and the patient, who had long since thrown off her blankets, came out. She pulled after her a heavy bag, which one of the two attendants lifted for her and placed in the car. The doctor was sitting at the wheel. “I was afraid I was going to keep you waiting,” he said. “I only just got here in time.” He turned to the attendant. “I shall see you to-morrow, Jack.” “Yes, doctor,” replied the other. He touched his hat to Four Square Jane, and walked back to the ambulance, waiting only to change the number plates before he drove away in the opposite direction to London. “Are you ready?” asked the doctor. “Quite ready,” said the girl, dropping in by his side. “You were late, Jim. I nearly pulled a real fit when I heard they’d sent for the local sawbones.” “You needn’t have worried,” said the man at the wheel, as he started the car forward. “I got a pal to wire calling him to London. Did you get the stuff?” “Yards of it,” said Four Square Jane laconically. “There will be some sad hearts in Lewinstein’s house to-morrow.” He smiled. “By the way,” she said, “that lady detective Ross sent, how far did she get?”