A pretty parlourmaid answered the bell.
“ Mrs. Price Ridley in?” inquired Melchett.
“No, sir.” The maid paused and added: “She’s just gone down to the police station.”
This was a totally unexpected development. As we retraced our steps Melchett caught me by the arm and murmured:
“If she’s gone to confess to the crime, too, I really shall go off my head.”