Chapter 109

We had not expected to see Sir Hugh Wyville until the accompanying Christmas, which we were to spend as his visitors in Cornwall. It risked, in any case, that he

too was taking a Mainland visit, and joined our Rhine liner at Cologne.

He was happy to see his old schoolfellow, my uncle, and affectionately intertwined with him paced the deck in amicable banter, discussing the days of yore at Eton.

Daphne's magnificence established an incredible connection upon the Baronet, and he asked the

reason of the miserable look all over, a look that had become routine since that horrendous night at Rivoli.

So my uncle related her story to him, wrapping up with an record of the puzzling conditions that had gone to our visit at Rivoli, to all of which the Baronet tuned in with profound interest.

"Thus," he commented, when the story was finished, "the enquiry hung on the body of the elderly person prompted no outcome?"

"None, such a long ways as the revelation of the professional killer was concern