If, as he already believed, she was mixed up in the murders and robberies, she must know that the photograph which James Allerdyke had given her was a most important factor, and yet she spoke of it as calmly and unconcernedly as if it had been a mere scrap of paper! Of course she hadn't got it at the office--nor at her home either--it was there at Hull, fitted into the cover of Lydenberg's old watch.
"A cool hand!" soliloquized Allerdyke as he went downstairs.

"Cool, clever, calm, never off her guard.

A damned dangerous woman!--that's the long and short of it.

And--what next ?" Experience and observation of life had taught Marshall Allerdyke that good counsel is one of life's most valuable assets.

He could think for himself and decide for himself at any moment, but he knew the worth and value of putting two heads together, especially at a juncture like this.
And so, the afternoon being still young, he went off to his warehouse in Gresham Street, closeted himself with Ambler Appleyard, and having pledged him to secrecy, told him all that had happened since the previous morning.
Ambler Appleyard listened in silence.