I have brought that lady to Scotland Yard with me." He stepped to the door, opened it and beckoned.

A tall, blonde handsome woman of about thirty-five entered; and instantly to my nostrils came the pronounced odor of lilacs.

"Allow me, Inspector," went on the colonel, "to introduce to you the Countess Sophie de Graf, late of Berlin, late of Delhi and Rangoon, now of 17 Leitrim Grove, Battersea Park Road." The woman faced Bray; and there was a terrified, hunted look in her eyes.
"You are the inspector ?" she asked.
"I am," said Bray.
"And a man--I can see that," she went on, her flashing angrily at Hughes.

"I appeal to you to protect me from the brutal questioning of this--this fiend." "You are hardly complimentary, Countess," Hughes smiled.

"But I am willing to forgive you if you will tell the inspector the story that you have recently related to me." The woman shut her lips tightly and for a long moment gazed into the eyes of Inspector Bray.
"He"-- she said at last, nodding in the direction of Colonel Hughes--"he got it out of me--how, I don't know." "Got what out of you ?" Bray's little eyes were blinking.
"At six-thirty o'clock last Thursday evening," said the woman, "I went to the rooms of Captain Fraser-Freer, in Adelphi Terrace.