Chapter 22 THE HEART OF CHUNDA LAL

Dusk had drawn a grey mantle over the East-End streets when Miska, discharging the cab in which she had come from Victoria, hurried furtively along a narrow alley tending Thamesward. Unconsciously she crossed a certain line-a line invisible except upon a map of London which lay upon the table of the Assistant Commissioner in New Scotland Yard-the l