CHAPTER 16Bull went back to Bedford Square and walked slowly across it to where Mrs. Rathbone’s body had been found. He stood looking about, at the spot where the pearl-handled automatic pistol had landed when it was pitched over the paling, at Mr. Biddle’s house back across the Square, at the street to the south that for Mr. Gwatley-Wells and Mrs. Rathbone both was the nearest approach to Greek Street in Soho Square. If Mrs. Rathbone was actually going to Soho there seemed little point in her having headed in just the opposite direction. If, on the other hand, she was taking a taxi, which would seem the natural thing for Mrs. Rathbone to do, the nearest rank was just round the corner to her right and then south, to the cabs in Bloomsbury Street, not a square from Mr. Pinkerton’s ruined ap
