“Oh, is it?” cried Peace. “Well, look here, I can’t tell you anything about them, and if I could——”
“You wouldn’t, is that what you mean?” said his visitor, sharply.
“Don’t be quite so fast. I know nothing about you, and don’t even know your name.”
Mr. Wrench drew a case from his pocket, and gave our hero his card. On it was—
Mr. Detective Wrench,
Scotland-yard.
“Ah!” ejaculated our hero. “That’s it—eh?”
“What?”
“A criminal affair. Some poor crow is wanted.”
“Nothing of the sort. I pledge my word as a gentleman, and——”