"'Gad, how frightfully stupid I am! Why, I have a copy of the telegram he sent the magistrate in my portfolio here now." He opened the portfolio and picked out a sheet of blue paper. "Here it is."
Gurn took it from him and read:
"Will leave Verrières to-morrow evening by 7.20 train, arriving Paris 5 a.m...."
Gurn appeared to be sufficiently edified: at all events he paid no attention to the rest of the message. Lord Beltham's murderer handed the document back to the barrister without a word.
A few minutes later Maître Roger de Seras had rejoined his lady friends, and the prisoner was once more in his cell.
XXV. An Unexpected Accomplice
Gurn was walking nervously up and down in his cell after this interview, when the door was pushed open and the cheery face of the warder Nibet looked in.
"Evening, Gurn," he said; "it's six o'clock, and the restaurant-keeper opposite wants to know if he is to send your dinner in to you."