"She had nothing to say?"
"Nothing whatever."
"Indirectly, of course," Francis continued, "the poor girl was
the cause of his death. If she had not insisted upon his going
out for a taxicab, the man who was loitering about would probably
have never got hold of him."
The detective glanced up furtively at the speaker. He seemed to
reflect for a moment.
"I gathered," he said, "in conversation with the commissionaire,
that Miss Hyslop was a little impatient that night. It seems,
however, that she was anxious to get to a ball which was being
given down in Kensington."
"There was a ball, was there?" Francis asked.
"Without a doubt," the detective replied. "It was given by a
Miss Clara Bultiwell. She happens to remember urging Miss Hyslop
to come on as early as possible."
"So that's that," Francis observed.
"Just so, Mr. Ledsam," the detective murmured.
They were walking along the Mall now, eastwards. The detective,
who seemed to have been just a saunterer, had accommodated
himself to Francis' destination.
"Let me see, there was nothing stolen from the young man's
person, was there?" Francis asked presently.
"Apparently nothing at all, sir."
"And I gather that you have made every possible enquiry as to the
young man's relations with his friends?"
"So far as one can learn, sir, they seem to have been perfectly
amicable.
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