of Beechcroft, near Stowmarket, England.  His lady adopted the infant girl as her own, and local gossip had it that this was a part of the marriage contract, whilst the ceremony took place at an early date to give colour to the kindly pretence.  The pair lived in a distant suburb, at Donzelle here” (another church fixed the spot), “and in twelve months a boy was born, birth registered locally and in the British Consulate.  After four more years’ residence in Naples, Sir Alan and Lady Hume-Frazer left Italy with their two children.  Mr. Capella found two of their old servants, Giuseppe Conti and Lola Rintesano, living in these small houses here and here” (the remaining houses were lifted into prominence).

“Mr. Capella married Miss Margaret Hume-Frazer in Naples last January, the marriage being properly registered.  His estates are situated in the South of Italy, and his father retired thither permanently during the scandal that took place twenty-eight years ago.  Mr. Capella has brought with him the persons named as the nurse and servants, together with certified copies of all the documents cited.  I also have certified copies of those documents, I now produce them, together with a detailed statement of my expenses.  Mr. Capella is residing in a neighbouring hotel.”

The methodical police-sergeant laid some neatly docketed folios on the table near the map, and sat down for the first time since entering the room.

As a matter of fact, he had not uttered an unnecessary word.  Other men, describing similar complexities, would have given particulars of their adventures, how this thing had been done, and that person wheedled into confidences.

Mr. Holden rose superior to these considerations.  His mission was all-important, and he had certainly fulfilled it to the letter.

“If ever a grateful country makes me a judge, Mr. Holden,” said Brett, “I will add another to the encomiums you have received from the Bench.  Indeed, before this affair ends, that pleasant task may be performed by an existing judge, for I do not see now how we are going to keep out of the law-courts.  Do you, Winter?”

“Looks like a murder case plus a divorce,” commented the detective.

“You are leaving out of count the biggest sensation, namely, the title to the Beechcroft estates.  Under her father’s will, if it is very cleverly drawn, Mrs. Capella may receive L1,000 per annum.  She has not the remotest claim to Beechcroft and its revenues or to her brother’s intestate estate.”

Winter whistled.

“My eye!” he exclaimed.  “What is Capella going to get out of it?”

“Revenge!  His is a legacy of hate, like most other benefactions in the Hume-Frazer family.  The next move rests with him.  I wonder what it will be!”

CHAPTER XXVIII

MR. AND MRS. JIRO

Chance, at times, tangles the threads on which human lives depend, and creates such a net of knots and meshes that intelligent foresight is rendered powerless, and plans that ought to succeed are doomed to utter failure.