As for women--he knew the silly ardent creatures went down like nine-pins before the smiling glance of his eyes and the unfailing courtesy of his manners. There was Lady Angela, the Duke of Manchester's daughter, a slender dryad-girl, with soft eyes and a halo of pale golden hair, whom the count had sketched upon a recent visit to their country-house, and whom, it was reported, he might have any day, for the asking. "Why don't he ask her, then?" he growled aloud. The detective, who lounged opposite him, warm coils of smoke ascending from his briar pipe, regarded him with humorous eyes. "I don't follow you," he said. He glanced down at the open letter, which Van Ingen still held tightly in his hand. "Do you want him to marry her?" Van Ingen reddened. "I--I beg your pardon!" he stammered. "I was thinking of Lady Angela." The detective smoked on tranquilly, though it was apparent he did not get the connection. Van Ingen, however, vouchsafed no further explanation, and presently the conversation fell upon other things. The next morning Cord had awakened greatly refreshed, and with his resolve strengthened to continue the investigation. In company with Smith, he had interviewed Sir George Calliper, and seen the tragic end of Moss. As they walked homeward in the cold air of the early morning, Cord speculated upon the manner of man was this Count Poltavo. Beside him, the detective pondered, grimly, the same problem. Hyatt--the man on the Eiffel Tower--the Wady Barrage--the mysterious bears--what connection was there one with another? "To ---- HYATT, A FRIEND OF THE LATE LEWIS MOSS "Information concerning the whereabouts of the above-mentioned Hyatt is urgently required. Immediate communication should be made to the nearest police-station." This notice appeared under the heading, "Too Late for Classification," in every London newspaper the morning following the murder of Moss. "It is possible that the name is an assumed one," said T. B., "but the Falmouth clue narrows the search." An "all-station" message was flashed throughout the metropolis: "Arrest and detain Count Ivan Poltavo" (here followed a description), "on suspicion of being concerned in the murder of Lewis Moss." But Count Poltavo anticipated the arrest, for hardly had the last message been despatched when he himself entered the portico of Scotland Yard and requested an interview with T. B. "Yes," he said sadly, "I knew this young man. Poor fellow!" He gave a very frank account of his dealings with Moss, offered a very full explanation of his own movements on the night of the murder, and was finally dismissed by a perplexed Commissioner, who detached an officer to verify all that Poltavo had said. T. B. was worried, and showed it, after his own fashion. He sent Van Ingen by an early train to pursue his enquiries in Cornwall, and then went into the City. An interview with the head of the banking-house of Bronte was not satisfactory.