"Yes. Of course I don't know how it's spelt."
"Well, if it were a foreign name it would probably be Marie B-r-a-c-q—if you are sure you've pronounced it right."
"Oh, yes. I'm quite sure. Mistress called her 'poor girl!' so I can only suppose that something must have happened to her."
I held my breath at her words.
Yes, without a doubt I had secured a clue to the identity of the girl who lost her life at Harrington Gardens.
Her name, in all probability, was Marie Bracq!
CHAPTER XXII.
"MARIE BRACQ!"
Marie Bracq! The name rang in my ears in the express all the way from Colchester to Liverpool Street.