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He got out of the kitchen and found his way up a steep flight of steps to the ground-floor level. A door at the top of the steps brought him to the hall. Like both the other doors he had encountered it was open, and open in rather a curious way, as if a careless push had left it in a half-way position. He crossed the hall, came to the foot of the stairs, and stood there listening, one hand on the newel-post, the other stretched out before him. Up to that moment he had heard no sound in the house or been aware of any presence except his own. His certainty that Kay was there sprang from a deep inward conviction, and not from any sound or sense. But now, as he lifted his foot to the bottom step, for the first time sound, actual sound, reached his ears. It came from somewhere above him in the house, and it was of two kinds—one formless and blurred, and the other quite faint but unmistakeably nearer.

In straining to catch this second sound he lost the blur. He had to strain, because what he had heard puzzled him. He couldn't place it. He thought something moved, stopped, and moved again draggingly. But what moved like that? An animal? A hurt animal? A dog? A dog would whine.… A cold horror pricked him, and he took the stairs three at a time in the dark. They ran up straight, turned at the half landing, and went by six steps more to the drawing-room floor. As he came round the corner, he saw a line of light under the drawing-room door, and as he jumped for the landing, the line widened suddenly and the door swung in. There was a man before him, holding to the door-post, swaying. He heard him groan, and beyond in the lighted room he heard Kay make a faint sound that would have been a scream if she had had enough breath to scream with.

The things that happened next were so mixed up that they all seemed to happen together. Kay saw the door swing in, and she saw Cal Morgan, ghastly, with a bandage round his head. She heard him groan, and she screamed, or tried to scream. And then Miles—
Miles
was in the room, and Mr Harris whipped round with a pistol in his hand. This time Kay really screamed. But she did something more than that. She sprang with all her strength at Mr Harris and hung upon his arm, and almost in the same moment Miles made a dive at his knees, the pistol went off, and they all came down together with a thud that shook the room.

“Attaboy!” gasped Mr Cal Morgan weakly. And slipped to the ground. And fainted.

CHAPTER XL

“Freddy, I want to go home,” said Lila Gilmore.

“Darling, aren't you well?”

“I don't know,” said Lila. “I want to go home.”

She looked so pale that Freddy was really alarmed. That Lila should wish to leave a party before eleven o'clock was unheard of.

In the taxi he put his arm round her and felt her shiver.

“Darling, what is it?”

“Freddy—”

“Yes, darling?”

“I've remembered something. I don't like it—it frightens me.”

He held her tight.

“Silly darling!”

“No, I'm not. It's horrid to remember a little bit of something and have the feeling that there's a lot more. It's—it's like someone hiding behind a door all ready to pounce. Oh, Freddy, I
don't
like it! Oh, Freddy, you will keep me safe—won't you?”

“Of course I will! Now look here, darling, suppose you tell me what it is you've remembered, and then I can tell you just what a silly ass you are and you'll feel a whole lot better.”

Lila put her head against his shoulder.

“It's that girl Kay Moore.”

“Well?” Freddy looked completely puzzled.

“Freddy, when Miles said her name, I remembered it—I really did. I didn't
like
it, but it went away again. Now it's come back.”

“What has come back?”

“Kay Moore. Freddy, I've remembered about her—and about Rhoda Moore—I used to call her Aunt Rhoda.”

“Lila, what
are
you saying?”

“It's where Mummie left me when she went out to India. It was 1914, and she didn't come back till I was five years old because of the war and getting married again, and all that.”

“Well, darling, I don't see why that should frighten you.”

“It does,” said Lila with a sob.

“But why, darling?”

“I don't know. It wouldn't frighten me so much if I did. Freddy, please don't let me go—
please!”

Freddy soothed her as well as he could, but she continued to tremble and cling to him until they got home. He was very glad to get her there. But what he hadn't bargained for was another tearful girl in the hall. He had no sooner shut the front door than he was aware of Flossie, pale and incoherent.

“And I didn't mean to, but ooh—I can't hold out longer! Mr Miles he begged and beseeched, and I wouldn't—not if it was ever so, I told him. But I got to—ooh, I
got
to! And if they put me in the river I got to go, and it can't be worse than what I've been through ever since I said I wouldn't!”

Lila opened her blue eyes and stared.

“Miles?”
she said. “What did he want you to do, Flossie?”

“The police,” said Flossie in a desperate voice. “He wanted me to go to the police and say what I seen in that house in Varley Street—and I dursn't. And if that other girl's been done in, it'll be my fault.”

“What girl?” said Lila quickly.

“Kay Moore,” said Flossie with a sob, and as she said it, the telephone bell rang close by in the dining-room.

Freddy went to it with relief. He hadn't the slightest idea what Flossie was talking about. He wondered if she had gone suddenly off her head. He thought it would be quite good for Lila to have to cope with her. He shut the door and put the receiver to his ear, and heard Miles Clayton say insistently,

“Hullo—hullo—
hullo!”

He said, “Hullo!”

“Is that you, Freddy?”

“I think so. What have you been doing to upset our staff? It's having a nervous breakdown in the hall.”

“If you mean Flossie, she damn well ought to.”

“Yes, but what's it all about? She says you wanted her to go to the police and she wouldn't. Now she will. At least I
think
that's what she's saying. We've only just got in.”

“It doesn't matter now. Tell her I said so. Now look here, Freddy, I've got Kay, and I want to bring her along to you straight away. Is that all right?… Thanks awfully. And—I say, Freddy, if you know where Ian is, you might be ringing him up. I've just pushed a bloke off to hospital who wants to see him—American sleuth of the name of Cal Morgan. He's been shut up in a cellar and he's pretty bad. He says Ian knows all about him.”

“I say, Miles, are you pulling my leg by any chance?”

He heard Miles laugh.

“No, I'm not. I've been mixing it up a bit to-night, I can tell you. The villain and villainess are in the hands of the police, the sleuth is on his way to hospital, and Kay and I are snatching some food while we're waiting for a taxi. By the way, we've found Mrs Moore's statement about the Macintyre baby. It settles the whole thing once and for all. I'm bringing it along to read to you and Lila. I think Flossie ought to be there too.… All right, there's the taxi. So long.”

Freddy came out of the dining-room to find the two girls standing where he had left them. Lila was very pale. She had an odd, withdrawn look, but he thought Flossie had been listening. She took an eager step forward.

“Ooh—what did he say?”

Freddy addressed himself to Lila.

“It's all right—he's bringing her here.”

“Who?” said Lila faintly.

“Kay Moore.”

Flossie gave a loud gasp of relief and the colour came back to her face with a rush. Neither of them took any notice of her. Lila said in a piteous voice,

“I don't want her to come.”

“But darling, you told Miles he could bring her here.”

She shook her head.

“No,
you
did.”

She began to go slowly up the stairs, her fur coat falling back from the pale gold of her dress. She walked as if she was very tired, but even in fatigue every movement was graceful. About half way up she turned, looked down at Freddy with a faint smile, and said,

“It doesn't matter.”

Then she went round the turn and out of sight.

Flossie straightened her collar and her cap.

“Well, I suppose I'd better make the spare room bed,” she said.

CHAPTER XLI

Miles and Kay came into the drawing-room about ten minutes later, Kay in the fur coat which Mr Harris had offered her as a wedding garment. It was quite a nice coat, but she hated wearing it, only as her own clothes, such as they were, had vanished into the blue and she had nothing but her thin uniform frock, she had given in to Miles' peremptory command and put it on.

Lila looked at her strangely as she came in. They looked at each other. Then Lila said,

“You're Kay—I'm Lila,” and Kay said, “Yes.” And then quite suddenly Lila kissed her and the strangeness was gone.

They sat round the fire—Freddy, Lila, Flossie, Miles, and Kay—and first Kay told her story and then Miles told his, and when he had finished telling it he took out of his pocket a thin tightly folded packet.

“Mrs Moore's statement,” he said. “Kay knew that she had written one when she was dying, and she knew where she had put it—in the secret drawer of an old desk. That desk was stolen the night after Rhoda Moore died. Harris had it stolen because he wasn't sure whether she had kept any of his letters. He didn't find the statement because he didn't know about the secret drawer. The desk was at 18 Varley Street, and we found the statement quite safe where Mrs Moore had hidden it. Kay and I have read it. Now I want to read it to you. It's—it's rather surprising.”

He unfolded the sheets and began to read:

“I am writing this for you, Kay, because when I'm gone he will try and get hold of you for the sake of the money. Now you'll begin to say ‘What money?'—because we've never had any, have we? Well, I'm going to tell you about the money and about everything. I've never told you anything before, partly because I wanted to be everything to you, and partly because I didn't dare. I shouldn't dare now, only I'm going to die, so it doesn't matter any more.

“Now right back to the beginning. In July 1914 I was living at Ealing, and I'd just had my sister's baby thrown on my hands at a month old. Never mind about that—it's not your story. And never mind how I came to be at the beck and call of the man whom I'm going to call Harris because that's a name he uses now and again. He has a dozen names, but he was calling himself Harris when I first knew him and when he sent me the Macintyre baby.

“Now I've got to explain about the Macintyres. There were two brothers—Americans—very rich. Knox Macintyre married and quarrelled with his wife, and she came over here and had a baby and died in July 1914, and Harris sent Addie Long to fetch away the baby and Mrs Macintyre's jewels. Addie pretended to be her sister. She brought the baby to me. I think Harris' first idea was to try and get money out of Knox Macintyre for the return of the child, but the war began and everything was hung up. I was paid a good sum down and told to keep the baby. I was trained, so I could do it all right. I was told to keep my sister's baby too—I hadn't meant to. Then my next-door neighbour, who was a Mrs Lestrange, asked me if I would look after her baby while she went out to India to her husband. She was frantic to get to him. I asked Harris about it, and he said the more the merrier. You see, if I made a regular business of it, there was much less risk for me and for everyone. The Macintyre baby would be lost in the crowd so to speak.

“Well, there I was with three babies on my hands, all about the same age. I had to get in a girl to help me, and I found out afterwards that she knew who the Macintyre baby was because she'd been in service in the house where it was born, with a Mrs Smith who let rooms. Mrs Smith had a sister called Florence Palmer who had taken a crazy fancy to the baby. She followed Addie Long when she fetched it away, and she got this girl Ada to come to me as a help on purpose to keep an eye on it.

“Well, there were the three children. Mrs Lestrange's little girl was called Katherine. The other two hadn't any names when they came to me, and Ada called them Lily and Rose. They were both very fair, but she called the Macintyre baby Lily because she had such a white skin, and my sister's child was Rose because of her bright colour. Have you got that clear? Katherine Lestrange—Lily Macintyre—Rose Moore.

“When they were a year old, Florence Palmer turned up. It was the first I'd seen or heard of her, but Ada came to me and told me how she used to have this craze about the Macintyre baby. Only then she had a baby of her own and cooled off. Now it seemed she'd lost her husband and her child, and she wanted to adopt Lily Macintyre. Well, it was months since I'd had any money from Harris. If it hadn't been for Mrs Lestrange's lawyer paying me regularly, I couldn't have kept going. As likely as not Harris had lost interest and I might never hear from him again. I didn't know where he was or how to get at him. The war was smashing everything up. I was very much tempted to take Mrs Palmer's offer and get the child off my hands, but I just didn't dare. If you ever run up against Harris, you'll know why.

“And then I had a brain wave. I couldn't let her have Lily Macintyre, but she could have Rose Moore and welcome. They were both pretty, fair children. She hadn't seen Lily for months, and I thought I could bank on her not knowing that she hadn't got the one she'd asked for. I had to square Ada. Five pounds did it. Mrs Palmer fetched the baby away and gave it her own name, so Rose Moore ceased to exist. I was left with Katherine Lestrange and Lily Macintyre, and a month or two later Ada left me to go and do munition work, and I moved away from Ealing. I moved several times in the next few years.