Chapter 38

"Things have moved within the last two or three hours," answered Drummond slowly. "Who do you think is stopping at the Ritz at the present moment? Who do you think lunched with Peter and me to-day? Why--Peterson, my buckos--no more and no less." "Rot!" said Toby Sinclair incredulously. "No more and no less. Peterson himself--disguised as a clergyman called Longmoor. And with him is dear Irma encased in woollen garments. And it was Irma who spotted the whole thing. I never recognized her, and she was sitting n…