The inspector rose.
"Mr. Cranbourne," he said formally, "after hearing your story, I am afraid I have no option but to detain you on suspicion of having caused the death of Christine Manderson, otherwise Thea Colville, and to warn you that anything you say may be used in evidence against you."
The young man heard him without a tremor.
"I did not kill her," he said firmly. "God's will be done."
CHAPTER XX
The Birth of the Killer
Monsieur Dupont was one of those fortunate individuals who can sleep in a train.
He left Paddington at one o'clock, and slept for an hour, a sleep of childlike ease and innocence. When he woke the train was within five minutes of his destination. He alighted at a small country station, and instituted inquiries for a conveyance.