 The butler allowed us through the front door, and after a nice little stroll, we finally arrived at the den, a 50-footer at least with a bar at one end. Mavis and a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman were at the other. Evening, Miss Gale. Good evening, Sergeant. I'm terribly sorry about all this. I didn't know you wanted to talk with me. I should have left word at the house, I suppose, but I was so upset, anxious to get away. I understand. Oh...