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Chapter 7
Chapter 7 JIMMY hurriedly dressed himself, and, finding a taxi, drove to Cadogan Square. There were lights showing in the windows, for Joan had not gone to bed, and she came with the footman to the door. "Is there any news?" she asked eagerly. It began to dawn on Jim Sepping's mind that his interest in this strange case was not altogether professional, nor was its quickening due completely to his friendship for Rex. Joan Walton had grown to womanhood in a day, it seemed, and she held an appeal which startled and momentarily frightened him. He took her into the drawing-room and there told her of the telephone message. "No, it was not Rex's voice," he said, "and I haven't the slightest idea where they were telephoning from— I left that to my man to discover." "It is extraordinary," she
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