He remained watching the house for an hour and a half, or perhaps two hours; then, when the front parlour was in darkness he went his way, well satisfied with his night’s adventure.
Early on the following morning he waited upon Mr. Wrench to make him acquainted with the successful nature of his expedition.
“You have done well, wonderfully well, Slingsby,” said the detective. “Nothing could be better. You are quite certain as to his identity.”
“Oh, quite certain—he is the image of the photograph.”
“Say, rather the photo is the image of him.”
“Yes, it is. There cannot be any mistake as to that; and the lady—do you know her?”
“No, never saw her before.”
“A fashionable party, I suppose?”
“Oh, dear yes, quite up to the knocker.”
“Good-looking?”