Tony glowered at her. Another one? Aloud he remarked: “If you will merely testify that you did not send that telegram——” She looked as though she would have liked to slap him in her exasperation. “Of course I didn’t!” she raged. “But what has that to do with this situation? I thought you said he was—in danger?” “I am afraid he is. Very well, ma’am; if you must come, you must. We have rather a larger crowd than I had expected at first.” It was impossible for him to avoid an injured tone. However they felt about it, Miss Templeton went with them. When the light of passing street lamps fell upon her face, it had the look of an avenging angel. On the way, she insisted that Tony should tell them what had made him suspicious as to danger awaiting Barrison that night. And after a little hesitation he told—this: “You know Jim had put me onto the Legaye end of the case—had suggested my talking to the maid, and all that. Well, I did it, and, as a matter of fact, I got in deeper than I expected to.” He looked at each of them defiantly, but no one seemed disposed to sit in judgment, so he continued: “Maria—she’s quite a nice girl, too, and don’t let anybody forget it—told me to-day that her lady was terrifically upset about something.” “When was that?” demanded Coster. “Late in the afternoon, just before I came to dinner—to the dinner that didn’t come off. Jim and I parted when he took a ride in Miss Legaye’s taxi, and he left me to come on to join him alone.” “Did you come straight on?” “Yes,” said Tony, “I did. But something happened on the way, and that has given me the clew to—to—what’s taking us out here.” “Well, tell it, for Heaven’s sake!” “Well, it seems,” said Tony unwillingly, yet with the evident realization that he was doing the right thing, “it seems that Miss Legaye was in the habit of going shopping with her maid—Maria—and of dropping her when she was tired—I mean when Miss Legaye was tired, not Maria—and leaving her to come on with packages and so on. She had done that to-day. Just after she and Jim Barrison had gone on, I met Maria, and I stayed with her, too”—defiantly—“until after the time I should have been at Jim’s rooms!” “Not very long, was it?” “Not more than half an hour, I’m sure.” “And in that time, what could have happened that——”