"Yes," said he. "For it is here she will seek you if she takes a notion
to return. But woman is an uncertain quantity," he dryly added.

At that moment the telephone bell rang. Mr. Ransom leaped to answer;
but the call was only an anxious one from the Fultons, who wanted to
know what news. He answered as best he could, and was recrossing
disconsolately to his chair when voices rose in the hall, and a man was
ushered in, whom Gerridge immediately introduced as Mr. Sims.

A runner--and with news! Mr. Ransom, summoning up his courage, waited for
the inevitable question and reply. They came quickly enough.

"What have you got? Have you found the man?"

"Yes. And the lady's been to see him; that is, if the description of her
togs was correct."

"He means Mrs. Ransom," explained Gerridge. Then, as he marked his
client's struggle for composure, he quietly asked, "A lady in a dark
green suit with yellowish furs and a blue veil over her hat?"

"That's the ticket!"

"The clothes worn by the woman who went out of the basement door, Mr.
Ransom."

The latter turned sharply aside. The shame of the thing was becoming
intolerable.

"And this woman wearing those yellow furs and the blue veil visited the