now that the case is in such capable hands. By the way, Mrs. Maberley, did you say you wished to travel?”
“It has always been my dream, Mr. Holmes.”
‘‘Where would you like to go—Cairo, Madeira, the Riviera?”
“Oh, if I had the money I would go round the world.”
“Quite so. Round the world. Well, good morning. I may drop you a line in the evening.” As we passed the window I caught a glimpse of the Inspector’s smile and shake of the head. “These clever fellows have always a touch of madness.” That was what I read in the Inspector’s smile.
“Now, Watson, we are at the last lap of our little journey,” said Holmes, when we were back in the roar of Central London once more. “I think we had best clear the matter up at once, and it would be well that you should come with me, for it is safer to have a witness when you are dealing with such a lady as Isadora Klein.”
We had taken a cab and were speeding to some address in Grosvenor Square. Holmes had been sunk in thought, but he roused himself suddenly.
“By the way, Watson, I suppose you see it all clearly?”
“No, I can’t say that I do. I only gather that we are going to see the lady who is behind all this mischief.”
“Exactly! But does the name Isadora Klein convey nothing to you? She was, of course, the celebrated beauty. There was never a woman to touch her. She
