"A sad business!" he murmured. "You have seen the ladies? How does Miss Gray bear it? She is well?"
Frank gazed at him darkly.
"Your note recovered her!" he said, quietly.
"Mine!" Surprise was in the Count's voice. "But I have not written. I am come in person."
Frank's face expressed scornful incredulity. He lifted his hat grimly and descended the steps, and came into collision with a smiling, brown-faced man.
"Mr. Smith!" he said, eagerly, "is there any news?"
T. B. looked at him curiously.
"The Thames police have picked up the body of a man bearing upon his person most of Mr. Farrington's private belongings."
"Then it is true! It is suicide?"
T. B. looked past him.