thing is straightened out. Hemming is leaving to-day, but Sproot and the cook will take care of you." He rose and patted her shoulder comfortingly. "There's no possible way any one can harm you now."
As we descended into the lower hall Sproot was just admitting Doctor Von Blon.
"Good God!" he exclaimed, hastening toward us. "Sibella just phoned me about Mrs. Greene." He looked truculently at Markham, his suavity for the moment forgotten. "Why wasn't I informed, sir?"
"I saw no necessity of bothering you, doctor," Markham returned equably. "Mrs. Greene had been dead several hours when she was found. And we had our own doctor at hand."
A quick flame leaped in Von Blon's eyes.
"And am I to be forcibly kept from seeing Sibella?" he asked coldly. "She tells me she is leaving the city to-day, and has asked me to assist with her arrangements."
Markham stepped aside.
"You are free, doctor, to do whatever you desire," he said, a perceptible chill in his voice.
Von Blon bowed stiffly, and went up the stairs.
"He's sore," grinned Heath.
"No, Sergeant," Vance corrected. "He's worried—oh, deuced worried."
Shortly after noon that day Hemming departed forever from the Greene mansion; and Sibella took the three-fifteen o'clock train for Atlantic City. Of the original household, only Ada and Sproot and Mrs. Mannheim were left. However, Heath gave
