CHAPTER XX

THE WOMAN WHO DREW THE INSURANCE MONEY “DIANA WARD, I’m a greatly rattled man,” said Larry. The girl stopped working, her fingers poised above the keys of her typewriter; then she swung round in her chair. “The case is growing a little clearer to me,” she said quietly. “I wish to heaven it would grow clearer to me,” grumbled Larry. “Here is the situation. Let me recapitulate.” He ticked off the points on the fingers of one hand as he leant back in his chair. “A rich Canadian, who comes to London apparently to visit…