CHAPTER XIII

TODD’S HOME “MY DEAR,” said Larry gently, “you really must go home and go to bed.” Diana shook her head laughingly. “I really am not tired, Mr. Holt,” she said. “Won’t you let me go along with you? You know, you promised to keep me in this case.” “I didn’t promise to keep you up all night,” he said good-humouredly, “and you’re looking a wreck. I don’t think I shall do anything much more this morning—except sleep,” said he. “Now, off you go. There’s a providential taxi crawling this way,” he said, and whistled. She …