"Where is d**k?" she asked. "Is he... all right?"
"Concussion," said Sir Henry.
"He saved my life." said Margaret.
The door opened, and Chief Inspector Wilkins came into the room.
"Coldfoot is all right." he announced.
"The doctor says that the skull isn't fractured. I'm glad to see you so well recovered. Mrs. Bradenham."
"You got my message at the Yard? It was good of you to come," said Margaret.
"No," said Wilkins. "I did not get your message. It was taken to Ruddock, who decided to come himself."
There was a sound of footsteps. A large constable emerged from the dining-room. Beside him was a little short man in a dark well-cut suit. Margaret looked at his hands, which he held together in front of him. The wrists were handcuffed.
Margaret stepped back, and Sir Henry put a hand o
