14/23 If any one in fiction wants a type of the ridiculous detective, there he is, ready-made." "The coincidence of your question," Mr.Fentolin said smoothly, "is certainly a strange one. The mysterious stranger is within our gates." Lady Saxthorpe, who had been out of the conversation for far too long, laid down her knife and fork. "My dear Mrs.Fentolin! This is really most exciting! Do tell us all about it at once. I thought that the man was supposed to have been decoyed away in a motor-car. Do you know his name and all about him ?" "There are a few minor points," Mr.Fentolin murmured, "such as his religious convictions and his size in boots, which I could not swear about, but so far as regards his name and his occupation, I think I can gratify your curiosity. |