The Riddle of the Spinning Wheel w/ Direct link technology (A Classic Detective story)

A moment later "Miss Maud Duggan" was standing before him--a slim, pale-faced woman with dark-ringed eyes and a twitching, nervous mouth. She came toward him, hands clasped over heaving breast, entire body aflame with the intensity of her quest. Mr. Narkom, waving her to a seat with none too much cordiality, mentally labelled her "highly strung," and seated himself with an effort to interest himself in what she had to say.
"Miss Duggan, I believe?" he began, with a creditable attempt at cordiality. "Friend of Miss Lorne's?"
"That's right," she said in a hesitating voice, with just a trace of Scotch accent that told of the part of the British Isles which gave her birth. "I am a friend of Ailsa's--an old school friend--although we haven't seen each other for a matter of five years. But I wrote to her--when the trouble began--and she told me to come to you. Here is her letter, if you care to see it."