A DAY'S FOLLY
interview with the chief, "although they all pooh-pooh that theory at the Yard, and declare that the female voice—to which the only two witnesses we have are prepared to swear—was a disguised one."
"You think, then, that a woman assaulted Jane Turner?"
"Well," she replied somewhat evasively, "if a man assumes a feminine voice, the result is a high-pitched, unnatural treble; and that, I feel convinced, would have struck either the maid or the lodger, or both, as peculiar."
This was the train of thought which my dear lady and I were following up, when, with that sudden transition of manner so characteristic of her, she said abruptly to me:
"Mary, look out a train for Weston-super-Mare. We must try and get down there to-night."
"Chief's orders?" I asked.
"No—mine," she replied laconically. "Where's the A B C?"
Well, we got off that self-same afternoon, and in the evening we were having dinner at the Grand Hotel, Weston-super-Mare.
My dear lady had been pondering all through the journey, and even now she was singularly silent and absorbed. There was a deep frown between her eyes, and every now and then the luminous, dark orbs would suddenly narrow, and the pupils contract as if smitten with a sudden light.
I was not a little puzzled as to what was going
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