THE NAME OF THE ASSASSIN That afternoon London was ringing with the news of Ferruci's suicide; but no paper could give any reason for the rash act.

This inability was due to the police, who, anxious to capture those concerned in the conspiracy to obtain the assurance money of the Sirius Company, kept everything they could out of the papers, lest Lydia and Wrent should be put on their guard, and so escape.
Lucian had been forced to report the death of Ferruci to the authorities.

Now the case was out of his hands again, and in those of Link, who blamed the young barrister severely for not having brought him into the matter before.

The detective was always more prone to blame than to praise.
"But what could I do ?" cried Lucian angrily.

"You threw up the case twice! You said the assassin of Clear--or, as you thought, Vrain--would never be discovered!" "I did my best, and failed," retorted Link, who did not like his position.