e of light. Had some one thought to strike a match while
the struggle was going on there would have been no confusion, and the
man would have been unable to get away.

Nor did the news that awaited Foyle at his office tend to make him more
pleased with the progress of the investigation. A telephone message had
come through the chief of the Liverpool detective force--

"Man found drugged in first-class compartment of express from
London, bears warrant card and other documents identifying him as
Inspector Robert Blake, C.I.D., London. Is now under care of our
surgeon, and has not yet recovered consciousness. In no danger. He
travelled from London with a woman fashionably dressed, dark hair,
dark blue eyes. Am now endeavouring to find her. Can you suggest
any steps we can take?"

Foyle banged his fist viciously on his desk. "There! We're not the only
people who have made blunders to-day, Green. Look at that. Wire to them
a full description of this woman Petrovska, and tell 'em to detain her
if they come across her. We charge her with administering a noxious
drug, and that'll hold her safe till we get the business cleared up. If
she's trying to slip out of the country, they're pretty safe to get her
in one of the liners. Wire over our men at Liverpool to the same
effect."

Green slipped away. In a little he returned with a slip of paper in his
hand. "Wire's gone to Liverpool. I've drafted this out for Mr. Jerrold,
if you'll just look at it. I promised him he should know anything there
was to tell."

The sheet of paper read--

"In connection with the investigation into the murder of Mr. Robert
Grell, Superintendent Heldon Foyle, accompanied by Chief
Detective-Inspector Green, Divisional Detective-Inspector
Wrington, and other detectives, examined the body of a man found in
the river, whom it was supposed might be the man Goldenburg, for
whom search is being made. The police are of the opinion that the
drowned man is not Goldenburg."

A light of amusement twinkled in Foyle's blue eyes.

"Don't you think he'll discover that to be a deliberate lie, Mr. Green?"

"Well," said Green doggedly, "we can't tell him what has happened, and
we've got to satisfy him somehow. I promised to let him know something,
and it's true that a body has been found. I asked Wrington. And it's
true that it's not Goldenburg."

"Oh, all right, let it go. You'd better arrang