The Colonel nodded his approbation, and the two chatted about their errand on the way to Isleworth. But all they could do in the absence of positive fact was to theorise, which was unsatisfactory. But they hoped when they laid hands on Maunders--no very easy matter, since the scamp had taken the alarm--to have everything cleared up. Vernon still held that his former friend was The Spider, but Colonel Towton disagreed. "No! No! No!" said he decisively, "Maunders may be bad, but he isn't a murderer." "He's anything that suits his purpose, so long as he isn't found out," was Vernon's retort. "He's clever----" "And cunning, but he isn't bold, and would be sure not to bring himself within reach of the hands of justice by bloodshed." "He has brought himself quite close enough in other ways," replied Vernon. In this way they talked, and in due time arrived at the charming suburb of Isleworth, which looked quite countrified. The two descended the steps and passed along a narrow path which led out of the station into the road. An inquiry from a passing butcher-boy on a bicycle soon advised them of the whereabouts of Petterby Road, and shortly they found themselves facing a double-fronted house with a small and neglected garden between it and the quiet side-road. "The sluggard's domain," said Towton with disgust, for, like most military men, he was excessively tidy. "Might be made pretty if attended to, by jove." "I don't think retired actors go in much for gardening," said Vernon with a smile, as he reached for the knocker. A stout woman, with the remains of heavy good looks, opened the door with the air of a tragedy queen, although her dress was scarcely regal. Vernon asked if he could see Mr. Hest and received a reply in the negative, as it seemed that Mr. Hest was absent. "But I anticipate that he will return at a comparatively early hour," said the lady grandiloquently. "Can we see Professor Gail?" asked Vernon, determined to enter the house and wait for hours if necessary. "Professor Garrick Gail," said the lady, giving him the entire name with the air of a Siddons, "is resting prior to going later to the Curtain Theatre. But if your errand is pressing----" "Yes, it is. Please give the Professor my card." "I am Mrs. Garrick Gail, formerly Miss Hettie Montgomery," said the lady in haughty tones, "and I do not convey messages. Maria!" she beckoned to a small servant whose not very clean face peeped under her substantial arm, "convey this intimation to your master. Gentlemen," she flung open the door grandly, "enter, and repose yourselves in the drawing-room."