“Don’t squabble,” said Madeline. “I’ve got an idea. I believe Arthur Lestrange Trevelyan, or Lestrange Arthur Trevelyan, is all right. Think how black things looked for Dick to-day, with only the thin excuse of having made a mistake about the automobiles. If Edmond had been a bad-tempered person and the police sergeant had been incorruptible, they’d certainly have arrested him.”