"I am sorry I can be of no assistance to you, Sir Edward." "Neither in the case of Mr.Hamilton Fynes or in the case of Mr.Richard Vanderpole ?" Sir Edward asked.
Mr.Coulson shook his head.
"Quite out of my line," he declared.
"Notwithstanding the fact," Sir Edward reminded him quietly, "that you were probably the last person to see Vanderpole alive?
He came to the Savoy to call upon you before he got into the taxicab where he was murdered.

That is so, isn't it ?" "Sure!" Mr.Coulson answered.

"A nice young fellow he was, too.

Well set up, and real American manners,--Hail, fellow, well met!' with you right away." "I suppose, Mr.Coulson," the Minister suggested smoothly, "it wouldn't answer your purpose to put aside that bluff about patents for the development of the woollen trade for a few moments, and tell me exactly what passed between you and Mr.Vanderpole at the Savoy Hotel, and the object of his calling upon you?
Whether, for instance, he took away with him documents or papers intended for the Embassy and which you yourself had brought from America ?" "You do think of things!" Mr.Coulson remarked admiringly.

"You're on the wrong track this time, though, sure.