CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURBull put the cheque back in the book, put the book back on its shelf, and went out. The door to Agatha’s room was closed, and no one was in sight. He went downstairs; Mrs. Colton was not in the library. Bull was glad. He didn’t know exactly what he could say to her. He had other things to do first. He slipped out of the side door and joined Pinkerton and a constable in the garage.
“There’s nothing to do here,” he said. “You stand by. Better stay inside—and don’t let anybody in. After I go you can tell Mrs. Colton that I was called away and I’ll see her later. Come along, Pinkerton.”
They pulled up outside Victoria Station and went in for a bite of breakfast.
“You’d better get along home now, Pinkerton, and get some sleep,” Bull said. The little Welshman was blinking o
