"She went to Lord Calliston's rooms in Piccadilly and found out from his valet that he intended to leave town that evening for Shoreham, where his yacht was lying, and that Lady Balscombe was to follow him early next morning. So she came back here and, waiting till the evening, dressed herself and put on my hat as less conspicuous than her own. She intended to catch the ten minutes past nine train from London Bridge Station and go right on board Lord Calliston's yacht and insist upon his sailing and leaving Lady Balscombe in the lurch. She went out about seven with that intention and since then I have heard nothing of her. I thought she had carried out her scheme and gone off with Lord Calliston to the Azores." "Did you not hear of the Jermyn Street murder?" "Yes, casually, but I never thought of connecting it with my mistress, and all the servants here live very quietly, so they would never think Miss Sarschine was the victim." "What was she doing in Jermyn Street?" "I can't tell you. Lord Calliston has rooms in Piccadilly, so perhaps she went there first and then through Jermyn Street on her way to the station." "You do not know anyone who had a grudge against her?" "No--no one." Dowker arose to his feet. "I will call and see you again," he said, "but meanwhile give me Lord Calliston's address in Piccadilly and I will find out if Miss Sarschine was at his rooms on that night." Lydia Fenny, who was now crying, gave the necessary address and followed him to the door. "One moment," said Dowker, stopping. "Where is the dagger that used to be on the wall?" Lydia looked round for the weapons and gave a cry of astonishment. "Two are gone." "I have the one, but the other--where is it?" "Miss Sarschine took it down on Monday, and said if Calliston did not take her with him she'd kill him." "Kill him--not herself?" "No, she had no idea of committing suicide. What are you going to do with the other?" "Try it on a dog, and find out if the symptoms of death are the same, then I will know the companion dagger to this was the cause of your mistress's death." "But who would take it from her and use it?" "That's what I've got to find out. She must have met some one in Jermyn Street who killed her with it." "It can't be suicide?" "Hardly. The wound is in the jugular vein in the neck, so it could hardly have been self-inflicted. Besides, she would not choose a public street to die in." "When shall I see you again?" "After I have found out what took place in the Piccadilly chambers on Monday last." And Dowker departed, very well satisfied with the result of his inquiries. CHAPTER V THE PICCADILLY ROOMS.