LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
room, Miss Campbell; it's no good giving that old fool Tredwen too much to gossip about."
Rosie Campbell went upstairs, and presently my dear lady and I were walking rapidly down the badly-lighted street.
"Where is the man?" I whispered eagerly as soon as we were out of earshot of No. 34.
"There is no man," replied Lady Molly, quickly.
"But the West End shop thief?" I asked.
"He hasn't been caught yet, and won't be either, for he is far too clever a scoundrel to fall into an ordinary trap."
She did not give me time to ask further questions, for presently, when we had reached Reporton Square, my dear lady handed me the note written by Campbell, and said:
"Go straight on to the Scotia Hotel, and ask for Miss Marvell; send up the note to her, but don't let her see you, as she knows you by sight. I must see the chief first, and will be with you as soon as possible. Having delivered the note, you must hang about outside as long as you can. Use your wits; she must not leave the hotel before I see her."
There was no hansom to be got in this elegant quarter of the town, so, having parted from my dear lady, I made for the nearest Underground station, and took a train for South Kensington.
Thus it was nearly seven o'clock before I reached the Scotia. In answer to my inquiries for Miss Marvell, I was told that she was ill in bed and could see
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