“I am leaving here now. My name is Elizabeth Leigh, and my address is the Junior Minerva Club in Grosvenor Street, if you want to find me. I don’t know anything about Weller’s accident. I was in the telephone cabinet when I heard him fall.” Then an idea struck her, and she asked, “Can you tell me where I can find Chief Inspector Macdonald? I want to speak to him.”
“You can try the Yard, miss. They’ll tell you when he’ll be in.”
“Thanks. I’ll go there now,” said Elizabeth. The doctor looked at her with an amusement which he felt but did not show—anything looking less like a visitor for Scotland Yard than Elizabeth Leigh he had never seen. He murmured a few words congratulating her on her efforts to tie up Weller, added that he was sending an ambulance as the butler was in a very shaky sta
