“Yes,” said Freyberger, taking it. The boy turned and went off whistling, and the detective, having rebolted the door, returned to the sitting-room with the telegram in his hand. He tore it open. “Handed in, London Street, Paddington, 2.15. Received, High Street, Kensington, 2.40. “Be sure to meet me at six.” That was all; no name, no address. Freyberger sat down in the armchair, with the telegram in his hand; he was thunderstruck. He reread it, then looked at the envelope. It was addressed: “Gyde, 18 St Ann’s Road, Kensington.” This thing quite upset his calculations. It was addressed simply to “Gyde.” It is not a common name; yet, of course, there were thousands of people of that name beside Sir Anthony. But, taking into account the jewel cases discovered, this telegram could have been sent to no one else but Sir Anthony. That meant that he was alive. Freyberger was convinced that the man seen by Hellier was Klein. If Gyde were alive, then he must have been staying here at No. 18 St Ann’s Road. Klein had also been staying here. Therefore Gyde and Klein were working in collusion. That would mean that Sir Anthony Gyde had entered into a partnership with this man, Klein—for what purpose? For the purpose of murdering some unknown man in a cottage on the Fells of Cumberland, and doing it in such a manner that Klein would appear to be the victim and he, Sir Anthony Gyde, the murderer. By extension it would mean that Lefarge, long ago, had entered into a similar partnership with Müller. The thing was preposterous. What, then, was the reason of this telegram? All at once an explanation of it flashed across Freyberger’s mind. Could it be a “blind?” Could Klein, suspecting Hellier of following him, suspecting a trap of the police, have sent this message? Freyberger had constructed Klein in his own mind from all sorts of fragments—the two photographs, his handwriting, his methods. The man, if he was a man and not a demon, was a master of subterfuge. The momentary insanity which had caused him to strangle Mr Goldberg would not in the least interfere with his reason. “Now,” said Freyberger to himself, “if he noticed Hellier following him, his reasoning would have run like this: “I left a man dead in a road close by here last night; I came out this morning and was followed by a man who was very much alive and who had something of the cut of a detective. “No one saw me last night. Why, then, did this man follow me? Can it be that they suspect that I, who was supposed to be murdered in Cumberland, am alive? Can they have circulated my description? It will be safer for me not to go back to No. 18 St Ann’s Road, and, to confuse Messieurs the Police, should they set a trap there, I will send a telegram to Gyde at that address, so that they may be reconfirmed in their idea that Gyde is still in the land of the living and Klein in the land of the dead.