HELDER SLIPS TO SEA
In a deserted part of the Cambridge road, Helder, flying from justice, had come upon a car which had broken down. It lay in such a position that it was necessary to slow down to pass it.
A woman sat on the bank reading. The chauffeur had apparently gone to the nearest town for assistance.
Even in that moment of peril Helder was not so engrossed that he could pass any woman without the scrutiny which was habitual in him.
She raised her head as the car came abreast; Helder's foot went to the brake and the machine stopped with a jar.
"Mrs Comstock Bell, I believe?" he said.
She faced him fearlessly, complete mistress of herself though not of the situation, for Helder was a primitive man in such moments as these.
"I shall trouble you to come along with me," he s
