If we capture her, and force her to speak, we may be able to arrest Wrent." "Why Wrent ?" asked Diana.
"Have you forgotten what Mrs.Clear said?
I agree with her that he is the assassin, although we can't prove it as yet." "But who is Wrent ?" "Ah!" said Lucian, significantly, "that is just what I wish to find out." The upshot of this interview was that early the next morning Denzil went to the chambers of Ferruci, in Marquis Street, and informed the servant that he wanted particularly to see the Count.
At first the Italian, being still in bed--for he was a late riser--did not incline to grant his visitor an interview; but on second thoughts he ordered Lucian to be shown into the sitting-room, and shortly afterwards joined him there wrapped in a dressing-gown.

He welcomed the barrister with a smiling nod, and having some instinct that Lucian came on an unpleasant errand, he did not offer him his hand.

From the first the two men were on their guard against one another.
"Good-morning, sir," said Ferruci in his best English.

"May I ask why you take me from my bed so early ?" "To tell you a story." "About my friend Dr.Jorce saying I was with him on that night ?" sneered the Count.
"Partly, and partly about a lady you know." Ferruci frowned.

"You speak of Mrs.Vrain ?" "No," replied Lucian coolly.