There was silence but for the scratching of the Inspector’s pen. “Very good, madam,” he said. “You have no explanation. I had better tell you the case will go into court. Thank you for coming. Would you like to have the car back?” “What has Loveday said?” She leaned forward. “He’s asked for his solicitor, madam. That’s all.” “What is this charge, then?” The Inspector smiled. “That’s as may be, madam.” “Can I see him?” “Not alone, I’m afraid, ma’am,” said Bell. “What?” she cried. “What do you mean?” “The car’ll take you back, ma’am.” She stared at him a long minute. “The car?” she started up. “I don’t need your car. I’ll not have it. I can go, can I?” she laughed. Bell opened the door. “Phew!” he puffed as he closed it. “She looked murder, didn’t she?” “Nice young woman for a quiet tea-party,” Reggie murmured. “I wonder. I wonder. I think I’ll use that car.” As it drew out upon the bridge he saw the tall shape of Miss Darcourt ahead. She was going slowly. She stopped. She glanced behind her at the lights of the car. She climbed the parapet and was gone. “Oh, damn!” said Mr. Fortune. “Stop the bus.” He sprang out, looked down for a moment at the foam and the eddies and dived after her. Some minutes afterwards he arrived at the bank with Miss Darcourt in tow and waddled out, dragging her after him without delicacy and swearing in gasps. She was in no case to protest. She did not hear. Mr. Fortune rolled her over and knelt beside her. “What’ll I do, sir? Can’t I do something?” cried the chauffeur. “Police-station,” Reggie panted. “Bring down the Inspector or the Superintendent. Quick! Damn quick!” And he wrought with Miss Darcourt’s body. . . . He looked up at the large shape of Superintendent Bell. “Suicide, sir?” “Attempted suicide. She’ll do, I think. Wrap her in every dam’ thing you’ve got and take her to hospital quick.” “I know this game, sir,” Bell said, and stooped and gathered the woman up: “you run along home.” “Run!” said Reggie. “My only aunt.” In the morning when he rang for his letters, “Superintendent Bell called, sir,” said the maid. “About eight it was. He said I wasn’t to waken you. He only wanted to tell you she was going on all right. And there’s a message by telephone from Mr. Lomas. He says you should be at Paddington by twelve, car will meet you, very urgent. And to tell you he has the body.” “Oh, my Lord!” said Reggie. He sprang out of bed. Superintendent Bell was rung up and told to commit himself to nothing over Albert Edward Loveday and his mistress. “Remanded for inquiries--that’ll do for him, sir,” said Bell’s voice. “And she can wait. Hope you’re all right, Mr. Fortune.” “I’m suffering from shock, Bell. Mr. Lomas is shocking me. He’s begun to sit up and take notice.”