"We know nothing," returned Hugh. "He landed from the Aquitania this morning. We were late in reaching the pier. When we reached it—"
Some instinct prompted me to step on Hugh's foot. He understood, hesitated and shrugged his shoulders.
"—he was gone, ostensibly to seek my apartment."
"Name?" asked the detective, thumbing a notebook.
"His? Chesby. It is mine, too."
"Initials?"
"His full name is James Hubert Chetwynd Crankhaugh Chesby."
"English?"
"Yes."
"Business or profession?"