There was but one course open to him: He located the captain's lodgings, went there at seven that night, and killed a loyal and brave Englishman where he stood." A tense silence filled the room.

I sat on the edge of my chair, wondering just where all this unwinding of the tangle was leading us.
"I had little, indeed, to work on," went on Hughes.

"But I had this advantage: the spy thought the police, and the police alone, were seeking the murderer.

He was at no pains to throw me off his track, because he did not suspect that I was on it.

For weeks my men had been watching the countess.