"Yes, sir, into Italy; the man who killed my brother is there."
Benny walked a little faster, but he did not turn his head.
"How do you know that he is in Italy, Monsieur Philip?"
"Because I have discovered that he left the hotel at Brigue on the night of the murder. I have a friend here, and he knows. The man did not go to Paris; then he has gone to Milan, and I shall find him."
"Do you know who he is?"
The lad stood still and repeated the words very slowly.
"He is an Englishman. They call him Sir Luton Delayne, and his wife is at the chalet down yonder."
Benny stopped also. They stood together, looking down to the window whence the light shone out upon the snow.
"Oh, but that is nonsense. Sir Luton Delayne is a great man in his own country. What do your superiors say to it?"
Monsieur Philip answered without emotion.