that involved the disappearance of the automobile-coat. It was a
chance worth taking, so I got Downey to call up Bruce's valet.
The valet of course recognised Downey's voice and suspected
nothing. Downey assumed to know all about the coat in the package
received yesterday. He asked to have it sent up here. I see the
scheme worked."

"But, Kennedy, do you think she--" I stopped, speechless, looking
at the scorched coat.

"Nothing to say--yet," he replied laconically. "But if you could
tell me anything about that note Parker received I'd thank you."

I related what our managing editor had said that morning. Kennedy
only raised his eyebrows a fraction of an inch.

"I had guessed something of that sort," he said merely. "I'm glad
to find it confirmed even by hearsay evidence. This red-haired
young lady interests me. Not a very definite description, but
better than nothing at all. I wonder who she is. Ah, well, what
do you say to a stroll down the White Way before I go to my
laboratory? I'd like a breath of air to relax my mind."

We had got no further than the first theatre when Kennedy slapped
me on the back. "By George, Jameson, she's an actress, of
course."

"Who is? What's the matter with you, Kennedy? Are you crazy?"

"The red-haired person--she must be an actress. Don't you