How Bobby and Frankie got out of the post office without disgracing them-selves neither of them ever knew.
Outside, with one accord, they looked at each other and shook withlaugher.
“At the Vicarage—all the time!” gasped1 Bobby.
“And I looked through four hundred and eighty Evans,” lamentedFrankie.
“Now I see why Bassington-ffrench was so amused when he realized wedidn’t know in the least who Evans was!”
“And of course it was dangerous from their point of view. You andEvans were actually under the same roof.”
“Come on,” said Bobby. “Marchbolt’s the next place.”
“Like where the rainbow ends,” said Frankie. “Back to the dear oldhome.”
“Dash it all,” said Bobby, “we must do something about Badger2. Haveyou any money, Frankie?”
Frankie opened her bag and took out a handful of notes.
“Give these to him and tell him to make some arrangement with hiscreditors and that Father will buy the garage and put him in as manager.”
“All right,” said Bobby. “The great thing is to get off quickly.”
“Why this frightful3 haste?”
“I don’t know—but I’ve a feeling something might happen.”
“How awful. Let’s go ever so quickly.”
“I’ll settle Badger. You go and start the car.”
“I shall never buy that toothbrush,” said Frankie.
Five minutes saw them speeding out of Chipping Somerton. Bobby hadno occasion to complain of lack of speed.
Nevertheless, Frankie suddenly said:
“Look here, Bobby, this isn’t quick enough.”
Bobby glanced at the speedometer needle, which was, at the moment,registering eighty, and remarked dryly:
“I don’t see what more we can do.”
“We can take an air taxi,” said Frankie. “We’re only about seven milesfrom Medeshot Aerodrome.”
“My dear girl!” said Bobby.
“If we do that we’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
“Good,” said Bobby. “Let’s take an air taxi.”
The whole proceedings4 were beginning to take on the fantastic charac-ter of a dream. Why this wild hurry to get to Marchbolt? Bobby didn’tknow. He suspected that Frankie didn’t know either. It was just a feeling.
At Medeshot Frankie asked for Mr. Donald King and an untidy-lookingyoung man was produced who appeared languidly surprised at the sightof her.
“Hullo, Frankie,” he said. “I haven’t seen you for an age. What do youwant?”
“I want an air taxi,” said Frankie. “You do that sort of thing, don’t you?”
“Oh! yes. Where do you want to go?”
“I want to get home quickly,” said Frankie.
Mr. Donald King raised his eyebrows5.
“Is that all?” he asked.
“Not quite,” said Frankie. “But it’s the main idea.”
“Oh! well, we can soon fix you up.”
“I’ll give you a cheque,” said Frankie.
Five minutes later they were off.
“Frankie,” said Bobby. “Why are we doing this?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea,” said Frankie. “But I feel we must. Don’tyou?”
“Curiously enough, I do. But I don’t know why. After all our Mrs.
Roberts won’t fly away on a broomstick.”
“She might. Remember, we don’t know what Bassington-ffrench is upto.”
“That’s true,” said Bobby thoughtfully.
It was growing late when they reached their destination. The planelanded them in the Park and five minutes later Bobby and Frankie weredriving into Marchbolt in Lord Marchington’s Chrysler.
They pulled up outside the Vicarage gate, the Vicarage drive not lendingitself to the turning of expensive cars.
Then jumping out they ran up the drive.
“I shall wake up soon,” thought Bobby. “What are we doing and why?”
A slender figure was standing6 on the doorstep. Frankie and Bobby re-cognized her at the same minute.
“Moira!” cried Frankie.
Moira turned. She was swaying slightly.
“Oh! I’m so glad to see you. I don’t know what to do.”
“But what on earth brings you here?”
“The same thing that has brought you, I expect.”
“You have found out who Evans is?” asked Bobby.
Moira nodded.
“Yes, it’s a long story—”
“Come inside,” said Bobby.
But Moira shrank back.
“No, no,” she said hurriedly. “Let’s go somewhere and talk. There’ssomething I must tell you—before we go into the house. Isn’t there a caféor some place like that in the town? Somewhere where we could go?”
“All right,” said Bobby, moving unwillingly7 away from the door. “Butwhy—”
Moira stamped her foot.
“You’ll see when I tell you. Oh! do come. There’s not a minute to lose.”
They yielded to her urgency. About halfway8 down the main street wasthe Orient Café—a somewhat grand name not borne out by the interiordecoration. The three of them filed in. It was a slack moment—half pastsix.
They sat down at a small table in the corner and Bobby ordered threecoffees.
“Now then?” he said.
“Wait till she’s brought the coffee,” said Moira.
The waitress returned and listlessly deposited three cups of tepid9 coffeein front of them.
“Now then,” said Bobby.
“I hardly know where to begin,” said Moira. “It was in the train going toLondon. Really, the most amazing coincidence. I went along the corridorand—”
She broke off. Her seat faced the door and she leant forward, staring.
“He must have followed me,” she said.
“Who?” cried Frankie and Bobby together.
“Bassington-ffrench,” whispered Moira.
“You’ve seen him?”
“He’s outside. I saw him with a woman with red hair.”
“Mrs. Cayman,” cried Frankie.
She and Bobby jumped and ran to the door. A protest came from Moirabut neither of them heeded10 it. They looked up and down the street butBassington-ffrench was nowhere in sight.
Moira joined them.
“Has he gone?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Oh! do be careful. He’sdangerous—horribly dangerous.”
“He can’t do anything so long as we’re all together,” said Bobby.
“Brace up, Moira,” said Frankie. “Don’t be such a rabbit.”
“Well, we can’t do anything for the moment,” said Bobby, leading theway back to the table. “Go on with what you were telling us, Moira.”
He picked up his cup of coffee. Frankie lost her balance and fell againsthim and the coffee poured over the table.
“Sorry,” said Frankie.
She stretched over the adjoining table which was laid for possiblediners. There was a cruet on it with two glass stoppered bottles containingoil and vinegar.
The oddity of Frankie’s proceedings riveted11 Bobby’s attention. She tookthe vinegar bottle, emptied out the vinegar into the slop bowl and began topour coffee into it from her cup.
“Have you gone batty, Frankie?” asked Bobby. “What the devil are youdoing?”
“Taking a sample of this coffee for George Arbuthnot to analyse,” saidFrankie.
She turned to Moira.
“The game’s up, Moira! The whole thing came to me in a flash as westood at the door just now! When I jogged Bobby’s elbow and made himspill his coffee I saw your face. You put something in our cups when yousent us running to the door to look for Bassington-ffrench. The game’s up,Mrs. Nicholson or Templeton or whatever you like to call yourself.”
“Templeton?” cried Bobby.
“Look at her face,” cried Frankie. “If she denies it ask her to come to theVicarage and see if Mrs. Roberts doesn’t identify her.”
Bobby did look at her. He saw that face, that haunting, wistful facetransformed by a demoniac rage. That beautiful mouth opened and astream of foul12 and hideous13 curses poured out.
She fumbled14 in her handbag.
Bobby was still dazed but he acted in the nick of time.
It was his hand that struck the pistol up.
The bullet passed over Frankie’s head and buried itself in the wall of theOrient Café.
For the first time in its history one of the waitresses hurried.
With a wild scream she shot out into the street calling: “Help! Murder!
Police!”

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