CHAPTER XI

LADY RIVERSREADE As Hetherwick was breakfasting next morning, Mapperley, outwardly commonplace and phlegmatic as ever, walked into his room. "Brief outline first, Mapperley," commanded Hetherwick, instinctively scenting news. "Details later. Well?" "Spotted him at once at Victoria," said Mapperley. "Followed him down there. He was at Riversreade an hour. Then went back to Dorking--had lunch at 'Red Lion.' He stopped there till four o'clock, lunching and idling. Went back to town by the 4.29, arriving 6.5. I…