A little distance from the door was a motor-car. The second man went out, and at a signal the car drew across the road to the door of the house. She was hustled inside, and the two men sprang in after her. With a jerk the car started upon the most adventurous journey that Yvonne Yale had ever taken in her short, and until then, uneventful, career. Just as the car passed out of sight, a taxi came flying round the corner, and pulled up at the door of Mrs. Yale’s dwelling. Two men got out and made straight for the door. The first of these was Tillizinni. He had his hand upon the knocker when he felt the door yield to his touch, and he pushed it open. He turned to the pale-faced Talham. “My God!” he said. “They’ve been here!” He slipped a revolver from his hip pocket, and went up the stairs, two at a time, for Talham had found the switch which controlled the stair light. Tillizinni guessed that the best bedroom would be at the back, and that Mrs. Yale would occupy it. He knocked on the door. “Who’s there?” asked a muffled voice. “Open, please!” said Tillizinni. “I am an officer of police, and I want to see you very urgently.” Mrs. Yale came out to the light of the detective’s lamp and presented an unhappy figure. “Which room does your daughter occupy?” asked Tillizinni. She recognised Talham with an embarrassed smile. “My daughter is in the next room.” She led the way and knocked at the door; but again there was no necessity for knocking--the door was half open. She entered, followed without invitation by Tillizinni, who was too anxious as to the girl’s safety to stand upon ceremony. The bed was empty. He put his hand inside--it was still warm. A quick glance round at the open drawers gave evidence of the visitors’ presence. There was no time to be lost. “Your daughter has been kidnapped,” he said. “You must arouse your servants. I will send a policeman to you.” Into the street again came the two men, and Tillizinni lifted one of the lamps from the taxi and examined the roadway. There had been a sharp shower of rain half an hour previous, and the tracks of the other car were plainly visible. He ran along the roadway carrying the lamp, and reached the thoroughfare which ran to the north and south. There was no evidence that the car had taken either direction. He crossed the road, the taxi-cab following in his rear. Yes, here it was again--the broad band had gone straight on. They would be making now for Portland Place. At this point a policeman appeared, and Tillizinni gave him an order that set the man running back to the house in Curzon Street. Then Tillizinni went back to the cab, and the taxi went straight ahead at full speed, slowing at the point where Portland Place cut across the route.