"Lie down Pickles," said Ellersby to this amiable animal, who obeyed the command in a sulky manner. "Well, Mr. Dowker, what do you want to see me about?"
"That case, sir," said Dowker, taking a seat.
"Oh, of course," replied Ellersby, shrugging his shoulders, "I guessed as much. I thought I'd done with the whole affair at the inquest."
"As far as it then went, sir," said the detective, quickly; "but I've found out a lot since that time."
"Ah, indeed! The name of the assassin?"
"Not yet, sir--I'll do that later on--but the name of the victim."
"Yes?--and it is----?"
"Lena Sarschine."
"Never heard of her. Who is she, what is she, and where does she live?"
"She was Lord Calliston's mistress," replied Dowker. "I think that answers all the other questions."