"You know?
Where, then ?" "Lying in the mortuary at Paddington," answered the official quietly.
In spite of Celia's strong nerves she half rose in her seat--only to drop back with a sharp exclamation.
"Dead! Probably murdered.

And I should say," continued the official, with a glance at the two men, "murdered in the same way as the gentleman you have told me of was murdered at Hull--by some subtle, strange, and secret poison." No one spoke for a minute or two.

When the silence was broken it was by Allerdyke.
"I should like to know about this," he said in a hard, keen voice.

"I'm getting about sick of delay in this affair of my cousin's, and if this murder of the young woman is all of a piece with his, why, then, the sooner we all get to work the better.

I'm not going to spare time, labour, nor expense in running that lot down, d'you understand?
Money's naught to me--I'm willing--" "We are already at work, Mr.Allerdyke," said the official, interrupting him quietly.