"I don't follow you," he said. He glanced down at the open letter, which Van Ingen still held tightly in his hand.
"Do you want him to marry her?"
Van Ingen reddened. "I—I beg your pardon!" he stammered. "I was thinking of Lady Angela."
The detective smoked on tranquilly, though it was apparent he did not get the connection. Van Ingen, however, vouchsafed no further explanation, and presently the conversation fell upon other things.
The next morning Cord had awakened greatly refreshed, and with his resolve strengthened to continue the investigation. In company with Smith, he had interviewed Sir George Calliper, and seen the tragic end of Moss. As they walked homeward in the cold air of the early morning, Cord speculated upon the manner of man was this Count Poltavo. Beside him, the detective pondered, grimly, the same problem.
Hyatt—the man on the Eiffel Tower—the Wady Barrage—the mysterious bears—what connection was there one with another?
"To —— HYATT, A FRIEND OF THE LATE LEWIS MOSS
"Information concerning the whereabouts of the above-mentioned Hyatt is urgently required. Immediate communication should be made to the nearest police-station."
This notice appeared under the heading, "Too Late for Classification," in every London newspaper the morning following the murder of Moss.
"It is possible that the name is an assumed one," said T. B., "but the Falmouth clue narrows the search."