"What is your name ?" "Gerald Fentolin." Mr.Dunster stood quite still for a moment.

He was possessed of a wonderful memory, and he was conscious at that moment of a subtle appeal to it.

Fentolin! There was something in the name which seemed to him somehow associated with the things against which he was on guard.

He stood with puzzled frown, reminiscent for several minutes, unsuccessful.
Then he suddenly smiled, and moving underneath the gas lamp, shook open an evening paper which he had been carrying.

He turned over the pages until he arrived at the sporting items.