CHAPTER XVI.
Mr.Flexen did find Mr.Carrington at his office, and Mr.Carrington's first words were: "Well, have you found the mysterious woman ?" "I've found the mysterious woman, and she's now Mrs.Herbert Manley," said Mr.Flexen.
Mr.Carrington stared at him, then he said softly: "Well, I'm damned!" "It does explain several things," said Mr.Flexen dryly.

"We know now why she was so hard to find--why there was no trace of her relations with Lord Loudwater, no trace of Shepherd's managing the Low Wycombe property among his papers, why there were no pass-books." Mr.Carrington flushed and said: "The young scoundrel had us on toast all the while." "Toast is the word," said Mr.Flexen.
"I never did like the beggar.

I couldn't stand his infernal manner.

But it never occurred to me that he was a bad hat.

I merely thought him a pretentious young ass who didn't know his place," said Mr.Carrington.
"I'm not so sure about the ass," said Mr.Flexen.
"No--perhaps not.