Chapter XI.—“In the Shadow of the Scaffold.”The morning following upon the dinner party at Rostrellor Court, a few minutes after seven, Larose was dressing himself quickly in his lodgings in Pimlico. He had a busy day before him and was hoping, and indeed expecting, it was going to be one of great triumph for him as well.
He was motoring straightaway down to Canvey Island, to learn there at first hand all he could about the undoubted murder of the solicitor, Clutterbuck, as evidenced by the latter's sudden disappearance from all human ken and the trails of blood that had been left behind.
He was intending to return to the city as early as possible in the afternoon, and was hoping then to throw another bomb into the well-ordered, but very difficult-to-be-convinced, mind of the Chief Commi
