There was a telegram on the table. He opened it, and read:
"The name was George Copplestone Winslowe,
Lessing."
Monsieur Dupont uttered an extraordinary sound. In a flash the gloom and uncertainty that had held him gave place to a seething excitement. Crushing the telegram into his pocket, he rushed from the room. Two minutes later he was on his way to Scotland Yard.
CHAPTER XXVIII
In Pursuit
Inspector Fay was occupied with the arrangement of the evidence to be presented at the inquest on the body of Christine Manderson. He disliked interruptions when at work, but the appearance of Monsieur Dupont banished his annoyance, and called forth a smile of complacent triumph.
"My friend," said Monsieur Dupont, "you know me well enough to be sure that I would not mislead you?"