The look of relief in Barnes' face as he saw him go was a ludicrous thing. He drew Wrayson at once towards the corner. "Queer thing about this girl," he whispered in his ear. "She ain't like the others about here. She just comes to make inquiries about a friend who's given her the chuck, and whose name she says was Howard. I believe it's Morry she means. Just like him to take a toff's name!" "Wait a moment before we speak to her," Wrayson said. "How did you find her out?" "She spoke to me," Barnes answered. "Asked me if my name was Howard, said I was a bit like the man she was looking for. Then I palled up to her, and I'm pretty certain Morry was her man. I want her to go to the flat with me and see his clothes and picture, but she's scared. Mr. Wrayson, you might do me a good turn. She'll come if you'd go too!" "Do you know why I am here to-night?" Wrayson asked. "No! Why?" "To meet that young woman of yours," Wrayson answered. Barnes looked at him in amazement. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "You don't know her, do you?" His sallow cheeks were paler than ever. His narrow eyes, furtively raised to Wrayson's, were full of inquisitive fear. "No! I don't know her," Wrayson answered, "but I rather fancy, all the same, that she is the young person whom I came here to meet to-night." Barnes waited breathlessly for an explanation. He did not say a word, but his whole attitude was an insistent interrogation point. "You remember," Wrayson said, "that when you and I were pursuing these investigations together, I made some inquiries of the woman at whose flat your brother called on the night of his murder. I saw her again at Dinant yesterday, and she told me of this young person. She also evidently believed that the man for whom she was inquiring was your brother." Barnes nodded. "She told me that she was to have met a gentleman to-night," he said. "Here, we must go and speak to her now, or she'll think that something's up." He performed something that was meant for an introduction. "Friend of mine, Miss," he said, indicating Wrayson. "Knew my brother well, lived in the flat just below him, in fact. Perhaps you'd like to ask him a few questions." "There is only one question I want answered," the girl replied, with straining eyes fixed upon Wrayson's face, and a little break in her tone. "Shall I see him again? If Augustus was really--his brother--where is he? What has happened to him?" There was a moment's silence. Sydney Barnes had evidently said nothing as to his brother's tragic end. Wrayson could see, too, that the girl was on the brink of hysterics, and needed careful handling.