go to Carlton Hotel in London.
I watch there and see Cane call on her. He no see me--ah, no! I often
watch him to his home in Harrington Gardens; often see him with that
woman Petre, and once I saw Luis with them. I have much patience till one
day the young lady leave the hotel herself and walk along Pall Mall. I
follow and stop her. She very afraid of dark man, but I tell her no be
afraid of Senos. Quick, in few words, I tell her that her friend not my
master, Sir Digby--only the man who killed him. She dumbstruck. Tells me
I am a liar, she will not believe. I repeat what I said, and she declares
I will have to prove what I say. I tell her I am ready, and she askes me
to meet her at same place and same time to-morrow. She greatly excited,
and we part. Senos laughs, for he has saved young laidee--daughter of a
king--from that man."

"What? You actually told her Highness!" cried Fremy in surprise.

"I told her how my master had been killed by that man--with the
snake--and I warned her to avoid him. But she hesitated to believe
Senos," was the native's reply. "Of course, she not know me. That was
date six January. I remember it, for that night, poor young laidee--she
die. She killed!"

"What?" Edwards cried, staring at the speaker. "She was killed, you say?"

"Yes," Fremy interrupted, "Marie Bracq was the name assumed by her
Highness, the daughter of the Grand Duke. She loved freedom from all the
trammels of court life, and as I have told you, went about Europe with
her maid as her companion, travelling in different names. Mademoiselle
Marie Bracq was one that it seems she used, only we did not discover this
until after her death, and after his Highness had paid the quarter of a
million francs to regain the concession he had granted--money which, I
believe, the French Government really supplied from their secret service
fund."

"Then it was the daughter of the Grand Duke who fell a victim in Cane's
flat?" I gasped in utter surprise at this latest revelation.

"Yes, m'sieur," replied Fremy. "You will recollect, when you told us at
the Prefecture of the name of the victim, how dumbfounded we were."

"Ah, yes, I recollect!" I said. "I remember how your chief point-blank
refused to betray the confidence reposed in him."

And to all this the assassin of Sir Digby Kemsley listened without a
word, save to point to my love, and declare:

"There stands the woman who killed Marie Bracq. Arrest her!"

Phrida stood rigid,