She was in evening dress, with a swell cloak."
"The car?"
"He came out again and drove it around to the garage at the
back."
"Why didn't you report this at once?"
"I was on my way to do it when I saw you coming out of Malay
Jack's."
The man's voice shook nervously, and:
"What are you scared about?" asked Kerry savagely. "Got anything
else to tell me?"
"No, no," muttered Peters. "Only I've got an idea he saw me."
"Who saw you?"
"Lou Chada."
"What then?"
"Well, only--don't leave me till we get to the station."
Kerry blew down his nose contemptuously, then stopped suddenly.
"Stand still," he ordered. "I want to listen."
Silent, they stood in a place of darkness, untouched by any
lamplight. Not a sound reached them through the curtain of fog.
Asiatic mystery wrapped them about, but Kerry experienced only
contempt for the cowardice of his companion, and:
"You need come no farther," he said coldly. "Good night."
"But------" began the man.
"Good night," repeated Kerry.
He walked on briskly, tapping the pavement with his malacca. The
sneaking figure of the informer was swallowed up in the fog. But
not a dozen paces had the Chief Inspector gone when he was
arrested by a frenzied scream, rising, hollowly, in a dreadful,
muffled crescendo.
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