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Chapter III.—From the Ashes of the Dead.-5
He nodded again. “Then, of course, being the daughter of a Church of England clergyman the girl would have stood for no nonsense and would have insisted upon being married in a Church of England church. Good, then I'll send Ben Parrot over to Paris to search the registers of all the English churches there, they can't be many, and I shall be very surprised if within three days from now I haven't got a copy of the certificate of marriage here in my desk.” He put through a call to Benjamin Parrot, another enquiry agent whom he occasionally employed, and asked him to come round at once. After giving the man his instructions, he packed him off to Paris that same afternoon by air and, a day earlier than he had expected, in exactly forty-eight hours, was gloating over a copy of the marriage cert
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