She obeyed his instructions while Labar for want of anything better⁠—like most detectives he never carried handcuffs except for some definite purpose⁠—knotted his own handkerchief, and one taken from Larry’s breast pocket, about the prisoner’s wrists so that his hands were firmly lashed behind him.

“That’s that,” he observed, propping Larry up in a corner. “He’ll do till we reach a station. Now tell me how all this came about.”

Careless whether Larry returned to consciousness or not he placed one arm about her and bent his face to hers.

“I had a note,” she explained, “signed with your initials telling me that all was well and asking me to meet you at this train as it was necessary that you should go to London immediately.”

“Who brought the note?”