in there? You are wanted, sir, on the telephone. A
London call from Scotland Yard."

"All right," he said quietly. "Tell them they must
wait a moment. Will you please take Mr. Head to
the cell where Anna Bauer is confined?"

Then he hurried off to the telephone, well aware
that he might now be about to hear the real solution
of the mystery. Some of his best people had been a
long time on this Witanbury job.

Terrified and bewildered as she had been by the
events of midday, Anna, when putting her few things
together, had not forgotten her work. True, she had
been too much agitated and upset to crochet or knit
during the long hours which had elapsed since the
morning. But the conversation she had had with
her mistress had reassured her. How good that dear,
gracious lady had been! How kindly she had accepted
the confession of deceit!

Yes, but it was very, very wrong of her, Anna
Bauer, to have done what she had done. She knew
that now. What was the money she had earned --
a few paltry pounds -- compared with all this fearful
trouble? Still, she felt now sure the trouble would
soon be over. She had a pathetic faith, not only in
her mistress, but also in Mrs. Jervis Blake and in the
Dean. They would see her through this strange,
shameful business. So she took her workbag off the
bed, and brought out her crochet.

She had just begun working when she heard the
door open, and there came across her face a sudden
look of apprehension. She was weary of being questioned,
and of parrying questions. But now she had

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