I sat staring at the stranger, but uttered no word, for I was reflecting deeply.
“Señor Serrano arrived in London a week ago, and came to consult me regarding the will, because it seems that the Count’s daughter—who came here to learn English, she having lived in Madrid all her life—is dead.”
“Hence De Gex has inherited the Count’s fortune?” I gasped. “What was the girl’s name?”
“Her name was, of course, Chamartin, but in obedience to her father’s wish, after the divorce she took her mother’s maiden name, and was known as Gabrielle Engledue.”
“Gabrielle Engledue!” I echoed. “Gabrielle Engledue!”
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-EIGHTH
LOVE THE CONQUEROR
The sudden revelation of the motive of the crime at Stretton Street staggered me.