“No, a lawyer. Frank Alder is my name.”
“Mine is Felix Stanniford. Funny that I should meet a lawyer, for my friend, Mr. Perceval, was saying that we should need one soon.”
“Very happy, I am sure.”
“Well, that will depend upon him, you know. Did you say that you had run with that lamp all over the ground floor?”
“Yes.”
“All over it?” he asked, with emphasis, and he looked at me very hard.
“I think so. I kept on hoping that I should find someone.”
“Did you enter all the rooms?” he asked, with the same intent gaze.
“Well, all that I could enter.”
“Oh, then you did notice it!” said he, and he shrugged his shoulders with the air of a man who makes the best of a bad job.