"Excuse me, Miss Fallon. I'm a police officer. I wonder if you could spare a few minutes to come to Scotland Yard. It's rather urgent. I've a car here."
Unobtrusively he showed her his warrant card.
Valetta said: "Yes... if it's necessary." She thought, "Here is some more questioning, more talk about Michael and his treachery...! Probably the detective-inspector who had come to see her— Arthurs— wanted to talk to her. Probably they had found out more about Michael...."
She got into the car. It turned, drove quickly over the Piccadilly intersection, down St. James's Street. Valetta sat in the back seat, her hands in her muff. She wondered what was going to happen now. What new mischief was afoot.
Fenton was sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. He looked up when Valetta was shown
