"Here he is, and here I think he will stay until some days after your friend from Scotland Yard can get here." "It does seem so, indeed," the inspector agreed.

"To me he looks terrible ill.

But there's one thing sure, he's having all the care and attention that's possible.

And now, sir, I'll not intrude further upon your time.

I'll just make my report, and you'll probably have a visit from the Scotland Yard man sometime within the next few days." Mr.Fentolin escorted the inspector to his dog-cart, shook hands with him, and watched him drive off.