“He moved the body from the trunk and put it in a packing case, and engaged a van and driver to take it to the Fulham property. All went off very well, save that the driver of the van complained of the weight of the box and said it was corded in an amateur fashion. However, he drove off. And the young man watched him drive away—along this street—thought the situation over and decided to bolt. After all, the money was nearly spent. He had changed some of it into diamonds, useful anywhere. So he never kept his appointment with the driver of the hired van, but slipped off to Liverpool.”
“Why does this interest you?” asked Mrs. Sacret.
“As an artist, human material must interest me. I might have to draw a murderer or his victim. I must assimilate their characters. This young man was never se
