LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
my dear lady was not as callous as she wished to appear was shown by the strange look of expectancy in her beautiful eyes.
The minutes sped on—how many I could not afterwards have said. I was conscious of a clock ticking monotonously over the shabby mantelpiece, of an errand boy outside shouting at the top of his voice, of the measured step of the cab horse which had brought us hither being walked up and down the street.
Then suddenly there was a violent crash, as of heavy furniture being thrown down. I could not suppress a scream, for my nerves by now were terribly on the jar.
"Quick, Mary—the inner room!" said Lady Molly. "I thought the girl might do that."
I dared not pause in order to ask what "that" meant, but flew to the door.
It was locked.
"Downstairs—quick!" commanded my lady. "I ordered Danvers to be on the watch outside."
You may imagine how I flew, and how I blessed my dear lady's forethought in the midst of her daring plan, when, having literally torn open the front door, I saw Inspector Danvers in plain clothes, calmly patrolling the street. I beckoned to him—he was keeping a sharp look-out—and together we ran back into the house.
Fortunately, the landlady and the servant were busy in the basement, and had neither heard the crash
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