said Vance, "that some one will be watching closely over Miss Ada from now on."
The woman looked at him gratefully.
"Why should any one want to harm little Ada?" she asked, in an anguished tone. "I also shall watch over her."
When she had left us Vance said:
"Something tells me, Markham, that Ada could have no better protector in this house than that motherly German.—And yet," he added, "there'll be no end of this grim carnage until we have the murderer safely gyved." His face darkened: his mouth was as cruel as Pietro de' Medici's. "This hellish business isn't ended. The final picture is only just emerging. And it's damnable—worse than any of the horrors of Rops or Doré."
Markham nodded with dismal depression.
"Yes, there appears to be an inevitability about these tragedies that's beyond mere human power to combat." He got up wearily and addressed himself to Heath. "There's nothing more I can do here at present, Sergeant. Carry on, and phone me at the office before five."
We were about to take our departure when Captain Jerym arrived. He was a quiet, heavy-set man, with a gray, scraggly moustache and small, deep-set eyes. One might easily have mistaken him for a shrewd, efficient merchant. After a brief hand-shaking ceremony Heath piloted him up-stairs.
Vance had already donned his ulster, but now he removed it.
"I think I'll tarry a bit and hear what the Captain has to say regarding those footprints. Y' know,
