Thresk was certain now that the news upon the tape was true.

But it could not be all the truth.

There was something behind it--something rather grim and terrible.
Thresk walked to the door of the hotel and called up a motor-car.

"Tell him to drive to the Khamballa Hill," he said to the porter.

"I'll let him know when to stop." The porter translated the order and Thresk stopped him at Mrs.
Repton's door.
"The Memsahib does not receive any one to-day," said the butler.
"I know," replied Thresk.