'What of it?' Albert asked, glancing at it. 'Medical and Pharmaceutical Department, isn't it? Not bad.'
'We're having a new series of full-plate photographs done for the next edition of the General Catalogue,' said Simon, 'and this is one of them. It contains forty-five figures. It was taken yesterday morning by that Curgenven flashlight process that we're running. Look at it. Don't you see anything?'
'Nothing special,' Albert admitted.
Simon rose and came towards the piano.
'Let me show you,' he said superiorly. 'You see the cash-desk to the left. There's a lady just leaving the cash-desk. And just behind her there's an oldish man. You can't see all of his face because of her hat. He's holding his bill in his hand—you can see the corner of it—and he's got some sort of a parcel under his arm. See?'
'Yes, Mr. Lecoq.'
'Well, doesn't he remind you of somebody?'
'He's rather like old Ravengar, perhaps,' said Albert dubiously.
'You've hit it!' Simon almost shouted. 'It is Ravengar.'
'This man's got no beard.'