"Who?"
"Ingerbeck himself. The detective bloke. You see, I happened to help him with a job once, so I didn't see why I shouldn't help him with another.{See Saint Overboard (a PAN Book).} So as soon as I guessed what was going to happen I called him up, and he met me at once and came along with me. He even recognised the bloke who opened the window, too."
"And who was that?" Teal demanded derisively; but somehow his derision sounded hollow.
The Saint bowed.
"I'm afraid," he said, "it was the Comte de Beaucroix."
The Count stared at him pallidly.
"I think you must be mad," he said.
"It's preposterous!" spluttered Vascoe. "I happen to have made every inquiry about the Comte de Beaucroix. There isn't the slightest doubt that he's—"
"Of course he is," said the Saint calmly. "But he wasn't always. They do it the same way in France as we do in England — a fellow can go around with one name for most of his life, and then he inherits a title and changes his name without any legal formalities. It's funny that you should have been asking me about him, Claud. His name used to be Louis Umbert. As soon as Meryl mentioned the Comte de Beaucroix, I remembered what it was that I'd read about him in the papers. I'd noticed that he came into the title when his uncle died. That's why I thought something like this might happen, and that's why I made that bet with Vascoe."
The night guard fizzed suddenly out of retirement.