He will remain in the same condition for another two days.
After that he will begin to recover." Mr.Fentolin touched the inspector on the arm.
"You see his clothing at the foot of the bed," he pointed out.

"His linen is marked with his name.

That is his dressing-case with his name painted on it." "I am quite satisfied, sir," the inspector announced.

"I will not intrude any further." They left the room.

Mr.Fentolin himself escorted the inspector into the library and ordered whisky and cigars.
"I don't know whether I am unreasonably curious," Mr.Fentolin remarked, "but is it really true that you have had enquiries from Scotland Yard about the poor fellow up-stairs ?" "We had a very important enquiry indeed, sir," the inspector replied.
"I have instructions to telegraph all I have been able to discover, immediately." "Pardon my putting it plainly," Mr.Fentolin asked, "but is our friend a criminal ?" "I wouldn't go so far as that, sir," the inspector answered.