LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
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It was about seven weeks later when, one morning, I found her at breakfast looking wonderfully bright and excited.
"The Yard has had sheaves of replies, Mary," she said gaily, "and the chief still thinks I am a complete fool."
"Why, what has happened?"
"Only this, that the art museum at Budapest has now in its possession a set of eight miniatures by Engleheart; but the authorities did not think that the first notices from Scotland Yard could possibly refer to these, as they had been purchased from a private source a little over two years ago."
"But two years ago the Frewin miniatures were still at Blatchley House, and Mr. Frewin was fingering them daily," I said, not understanding, and wondering what she was driving at.
"I know that," she said gaily, "so does the chief. That is why he thinks that I am a first-class idiot."
"But what do you wish to do now?"
"Go to Brighton, Mary, take you with me and try to elucidate the mystery of the Frewin miniatures."
"I don't understand," I gasped, bewildered.
"No, and you won’t until we get there," she replied, running up to me and kissing me in her pretty, engaging way.
That same afternoon we went to Brighton and took
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