'What did he look like?'
'Oldish man, Mr. Hugo. Gray.'
The manager was somewhat mystified by this cross-examination.
'And the name?'
'The name? Let me see. Callear. Yes, Callear, sir.'
'What?'
'C-a-l-l-e-a-r.'
'What was the address?'
'Hotel Cecil. He said he would send a permanent address in a day or two.'
In half an hour Hugo had ascertained that no person named Callear was staying at the Hotel Cecil.