"Don't be too sure of it; still, it seems to me that that theory hangs together pretty well," Campbell complacently agreed. "Of course, neither woman contemplated murder. Wilmersley's death completely unnerved them. If the gardener's wife heard a cry coming from the car, it is possible that one or the other had an attack of hysterics. Now about the jewels--I believe Miss Prentice took charge of them, either because Lady Wilmersley was unfit to assume such a responsibility or because they agreed that she could the more easily dispose of them. I think that Miss Prentice's hurried trip to town was undertaken not in order to avoid arrest, but primarily to raise money, of which they must have had great need, and possibly also to rejoin her mistress, who, now that we know that she made her escape in a car, is probably hiding somewhere either in London itself or in its vicinity." "Guy, you are a wonder. You have thought of everything," cried Cyril admiringly. "Of course, I may be quite wrong. These are only suppositions, remember," Campbell modestly reminded him. "By the way, what have you done with the jewels? I can't believe that you are in any danger of arrest, but if there is the remotest chance of such a thing, it wouldn't look very well if they were found in your possession." "I had thought of that. I was even afraid that my rooms might be searched in my absence, so I took them with me." "They are here?" "Yes, in my pocket. I have hidden the bag and to-night I mean to burn it." "Your pocket is not a very safe repository." "Exactly. That is why I want you to take charge of them," said Cyril. "Oh, very well," sighed Campbell, with mock resignation. "In for a penny, in for a pound. I shall probably end by being arrested as a receiver of stolen property! But now we must consider what we had better do with Miss Prentice." "I think I shall hire a cottage in the country for her." "If you did that, the police would find her immediately. The only safe hiding-place is a crowd." "You think so?" Cyril looked doubtful. "I am sure of it. Now let me see: Where is she least likely to attract attention? It must be a place where you could manage to see her without being compromised, and, if possible, without being observed. I have it! A hotel. The Hotel George is the very place. In a huge caravansary like that all sorts and conditions of people jostle each other without exciting comment. Besides, the police are less likely to look among the guests of such an expensive hotel for a poor maid servant or in such a public resort for a fugitive from justice." "You are right!" cried Cyril enthusiastically. "But in her present condition," continued Campbell, "I don't see how she could remain there alone." "Certainly not. She must have some woman with her." "Exactly. But what trustworthy woman could you get to undertake such a task? Perhaps one of the nurses----"