But somehow I think she was an Oriental."
"An Oriental!" exclaimed Innes.
"I waited for her to come out," Rector continued. "She had
arrived in a cab, which was waiting, and I learned from the man
that he had picked her up at Victoria Station."
"Yes?"
"She came out some time later in rather a hurry. In fact, I think
there was no doubt that she was frightened. By this time I had
another cab waiting."
"And where did she go?" asked Innes.
"Back to Victoria Station."
"Yes! Go on!"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Innes, my story does not go much further. I
wasted very little time, you may be sure. But although no train
had left from the South Eastern station, which she had entered,
there was no sign of her anywhere. So that I can only suppose she
ran through to the Brighton side, or possibly out to a car, which
may have been waiting for her somewhere."
"Is that all?" asked Innes, gloomily.
"That's all, Mr. Innes. But I thought I would report it."
"Quite right, Rector; you could do no more. Did you see anything
of Detective Sergeant Stokes before you left Piccadilly?"
"I did," replied the other. "He also was intensely interested in
Nicol Brinn's visitor. And about five minutes before she came out
he went upstairs."
"Oh, I see. She came out almost immediately after Stokes had gone
up?"
"Yes."
"Very well, Rector. Return to Piccadilly, and report to me as
soon as possible.
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