The man they couldn't Arrest

Becoming more complicated

"why not?"

"well, I knew that he had gone out to Hendon, you see."

"oh!" Delbury looked his surprise. "And how did you know that?" he asked.

  "A man rang up---- somebody I've never seen or heard of before rang up and asked me if dad had got home yet from Hendon. That was the first I knew that he had not gone to bed all night."

 "What?" Delbury jumped. "A man rang up?" he snapped.

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I'd tell you if I did. A coarsely spoken man; he referred himself as the gent from Notting hill."

   "Good Lord! Tansy," breathed Delbury. "so that's where he got the wire from. miss Lyall, do you know that by answering that telephone you have let one of the worst criminals in London slip through our fingers?"

"I wasn't aware of it, but I couldn't help it even if I did. But in what way does all this concern my father? I think I have answered quite enough of your questions. And really I cannot tax my anx