suddenly taken so much aback as to completely forget that she held it—her right hand grasped a carpet-brush, which, all unconsciously, she waved vigorously at the two men as she hurried into their presence.
"Come with me!" exclaimed Miss Tandy. "Come with me—immediately!"
Wedgwood jumped to his feet; the inspector rose more leisurely.
"What is it, Miss Tandy?" he asked. "Something wrong!"
Miss Tandy continued to beckon them.
"Come!" she repeated. "I—I've found something! Something—it must be—to do with that!"
"The murder?" exclaimed the inspector, showing more interest. "What is it?"
"Come and see!" said Miss Tandy. "I haven't put a finger on it! I ran—straight away! Come and see for yourselves!"
The other men in the police-station and the folk in the street outside stared as Miss Tandy led Wedgwood and the inspector forth and round the corner to Handel Street—Miss Tandy paid no attention to the interest her odd appearance created. But as they reached the foot of the main staircase in her building she spoke again.
"Not being particularly engaged just now,"
