“That’s what no one knows, Steve. Oh--we’ve got to go over it just as it came on. Up to half-past eleven, you know everything. That is, there’s nothing in particular to tell. We were all at the Sparlings’ dancing about after the wedding; about half-past eleven people began drifting over to the Drake to Casoway’s dance. Dot and I meant to go; with Jim and Laura Townsend in their car. In the coat room I was held up a few minutes finding my things; this was still at the Sparlings’, Steve. When I came down to the carriage door, I couldn’t find Dot. The Townsends were gone; somebody said she’d gone with them, so I followed on in the next machine for the Drake. Don’t know whose it was; just some people said, ‘Going to the Drake? Get in.’ So I got in and soon as I got to the Drake went on a hunt for Dot but couldn’t find her right away. Awful jam there, Steve; couldn’t find the Townsends for twenty minutes; then they said they hadn’t brought Dot. Thought maybe the Westmans might have; they came over at the same time. So I chased up Sally Westman; she hadn’t brought Dot; but I ran on Tom Downs just coming in; this was twelve o’clock then, Steve. “‘Hello, Jerry,’ he said to me. ‘How the devil’d you beat me over here?’ “‘When’d you leave the Sparlings’?’ I said. “‘Just now; oh, three minutes ago.’ “‘Was Dorothy Crewe over there?’ I said. “‘When I left?’ Tom said. ‘Why, certainly; she was with you. You said you were coming over; but not right away. But you seem to have passed me.’ “‘I’ve been here half an hour,’ I said, and he laughed and went on. Thought I was joking and I thought he simply remembered seeing me with Dot before I came over and he got mixed on his time. I wasn’t sure even that Dot had stayed at the Sparlings’, so I asked some more people who had just come over; and they’d just left her at the Sparlings’ with _me_, Steve!” I didn’t try to say anything now; he was trying to tell me as quickly as he could. “They were positive about it and wondered how I got over so quick. Steve, I tell you it sent a shiver through me right then. I decided to go back to the Sparlings’ to get her; so I ’phoned and Gibson, Sparling’s man, you know, answered. I know his voice. I said: “‘Is Miss Crewe still there, Gibson?’ “‘Yes, sir,’ he said. ‘Just in the next room.’ “‘Let me speak with her,’ I said. “‘Yes, sir,’ said Gibson. ‘Who shall I say?’ “‘Fanneal,’ I said. “‘Mr. Stephen Fanneal?’ said Gibson. “I thought everybody was going crazy; how could Gibson mix up your voice and mine, Steve? ‘Jerry Fanneal,’ I told him, only to have him come back with a ‘What, sir?’ So I told him again; and he gave me, ‘But Mr. Jeremy Fanneal is here, sir.’ “That got a ‘what’ out of me, Steve. ‘Right there now?’ I got after Gibson. “‘Yes, sir.’ “‘You can see him, Gibson?’ “‘Yes, sir; just this minute he passed in the hall with Miss Crewe.’ “‘Get him to the ’phone then, right away,’ I said. “‘What name shall I give him, sir?’ said Gibson.