While the valet wept and Fanks thought, Garth broke the silence. "We are off the track," he said roughly; "we are seeking to solve the mystery of my cousin's death, not to trouble about that of his unhappy wife." "It is all of a piece," replied Fanks, "the one death is connected with the other; how, I am unable to say at present. In the face of it, I can hardly bring myself to believe that Emma Calvert is dead." "Robert swears that she is," said Garth, with a shrug. "I do, I do, I swear it," wailed the man. "I saw her buried." The tones of the wretched creature were so heart-rending that both his listeners believed that he spoke the truth. The detective placed the portrait, the pasteboard star, and the envelope containing the slips of print in his pocket, and beckoned to Garth. "We can do no more good here," he said in a low tone. "I must think out the matter by myself; let us go away." "But Robert?" "I shall stay here, sir," said the servant, rising; "Mr. Vaud said that I was to stay here until Sir Louis Fellenger came to town." "Who is Mr. Vaud?" demanded Fanks. "Oh, he is Fellenger's lawyer," explained Garth, quickly, "of the firm of Vaud and Vaud, of Lincoln's Inn Fields. I was wondering why my cousin had not come up to take possession of the property; but it appears that he is ill." "Was he not at the funeral?" "Yes, and, mighty bad he looked; he must have taken to his bed since. I suppose that not finding himself able to come he sent for Mr. Vaud." "Yes, sir," said the valet, "and Mr. Vaud came here to find the police in possession; so he told me to stay here." "Quite right," said Fanks. "I shall see Mr. Vaud myself." Before leaving the chambers Fanks told Maxwell to keep a sharp lookout on Robert, of whom he had some suspicion. Then with Garth he went down slowly, talking and thinking. Garth had asked him what was to be done next, and he did not know what to say. Ultimately he declared that he would interview Vaud. "Why?" asked Garth, after a pause. "Because if I do not see him, he will see me. I must explain why I wish the police to continue in possession of the dead man's chambers; and also I want a letter of introduction to the new baronet." "I can give you that; but I do not understand why you should wish to see him. He can do no good." "I am not so sure of that," responded Fanks, dryly, "and in any case I must tell him what I am doing. As the heir he must be anxious to clear up the mystery of his cousin's death." "I don't think he'll trouble much," replied Garth, doubtfully. "Gregory and Louis hated, one another like poison. They had not met for ten years." "Why did they hate one another?" "I don't know. Louis is a better man than Gregory. He was a scoundrel, as you have heard. An out-and-out scamp." "And something worse than a scamp," said Fanks; "but about this introduction? Are you on good terms with your cousin Louis?"