umb a column on the middle page.

"The Lorimer Case. Judge's Charge to the Jury. Acquittal.

"Scene outside the Court. Enthusiasm of the Crowd. A Demonstration."

The Major read aloud the heavily-leaded lines which filled half the
column.

"Skip that part," said Meldon. "The cheers don't matter to us, though
I daresay Miss King enjoyed them at the time. Go on to the bottom of
the next column where you see the words 'An Interview' in large print."

"Our representative," read the Major, "called this evening at Mrs.
Lorimer's hotel. He was at once shown up to her sitting-room, where he
found her--"

"Go on," said Meldon; "that part about her being cool and
unembarrassed, and the next bit about her wearing a well-cut grey
travelling-dress, isn't important; though, as a matter of fact, her
dress was grey."

The Major skipped a paragraph, and then began to read again.

"'I always felt quite certain,' said Mrs. Lorimer, in reply to a
question asked by our representative, 'about what the jury's verdict
would be. I have perfect confidence in the commonsense and justice of
Englishmen. In fact, I had all my arrangements made, through my
solicitors, for my movements after the trial. I have taken a house in
a very quiet neighbourhood, where I shall be free from all inquisitive
publicity.'"

"There," said Meldon, "those are almost the exact words Miss King used
to me in the train."

The Major went on, reading aloud.

"'May I ask,' said our representative, 'in what part of the country--?'
'No,' said Mrs. Lorimer, smiling. 'You may not ask that; or, if you
do, I shall not answer you. But you may do this for me, if you like.
You may tell the hall porter to order a cab for me, a four-wheeler. I
have a good deal of luggage.'"

"She had," said Meldon; "I saw it when we got out at Dunbeg station,
and it wasn't all there, for one of her trunks had got lost on the way."

"'Our representative,' read the Major, 'shook hands with Mrs. Lorimer
as she entered the cab. The order given to the driver was Euston
station. Thus a lady of great personal charm, whose terrible
experience has for some weeks focussed the attention of the civilised
world upon the affairs of her private life passes--'"

"You needn't go on," said Meldon. "The rest of the article is mere
piffle. The essential part is what you've read out, and I imagine it
ought to pretty well clinch the matter. She drove to Euston, intending
to travel from tha