That was all lies--lies, nothing but lies!--that Hollins told us,--all done to throw us off the scent.

You remember the tale of the registered letter from Edinburgh ?--the police found out last evening from the post folks that there never was any registered letter.

You remember Hollins said Lady Carstairs went off on her bicycle?
The police have found out she never went off on any bicycle--she wasn't there to go off.

She was away early that morning; she took a train south from Beal station before breakfast--at least, a veiled woman answering her description did,--and she's safe hidden in London, or elsewhere, by now, my lad!" "But him--the man--Sir Gilbert, or whoever he is ?" I whispered.

"What of him, Mr.Lindsey ?" "Aye, just so!" he said.