Toward twelve o’clock, that is, shortly before Freeman was relieved, a man, supporting a woman, came down the street and entered the gate of Doctor Gleeson’s house. The woman was enveloped in a huge fur cloak which entirely concealed her face and figure, but from her feeble step the constable judged her to be very ill. Considering the lateness of the hour, also, he concluded that the case must be a serious one; he further supposed the sick woman to be resident in the neighbourhood, since she came on foot. He had begun to wonder at the length of the consultation, when, nearly an hour later, the man appeared again from the shadows of the drive, still supporting the woman. Pausing at the gate he waved his hand to the policeman. Constable Freeman ran across the road immediately. “Fetch me a taxicab, officer!” said the stranger, supporting his companion and exhibiting much solicitude. Freeman promptly ran to the corner of Beira Road and returned with a cab from the all-night rank. “Open the door!” directed the man, who was a person of imposing height--some six-feet-three, Freeman averred. “Ha, ha!” growled Moris Klaw, “six-feet-three! What a wondrous science!” He seemed triumphant; but I was merely growing more nonplussed. With that, carefully wrapping the cloak about the woman’s figure, the big man took her up in his arms and placed her inside the cab--the only glimpse of her which the constable obtained being that of a small foot clad in a silk stocking. She had apparently dropped her shoe. Tenderly assisting her to a corner of the vehicle, the man, having bent and whispered some word of encouragement in her ear, directed the cabman to drive to the Savoy. “Did you give him your assistance?” asked Moris Klaw. “No. He did not seem to require it.” “And the number of the cabman?” Freeman fetched his notebook and supplied the required information. “Thank you, Constable Freeman,” said Klaw. “You are a very alert constable. Good morning, Constable Freeman!” Again satisfaction beamed from behind my companion’s glasses. But to my eyes the darkness grew momentarily less penetrable. For these inquiries bore upon matters which had occurred prior to twelve o’clock; and, Coram, myself, and Paxton had seen the statue in its usual place considerably after midnight! My brain was in a turmoil. Said Moris Klaw: “That cab was from the big garage at Brixton. We shall ring up the Brixton garage and learn where the man may be found. Perhaps, if Providence is with us--and Providence is with the right--he has not yet again left home.” From a public call office we rang up the garage, and learned that the man we wanted was not due to report for duty until ten o’clock. We experienced some difficulty in obtaining his private address, but finally it was given to us. Thither we hastened, and aroused the man from his bed.