"Yes, seemed to want," said Dick, doggedly.
"At all events it was honest in him not to be too positive about the resemblance to the man he saw. Do you know anyone, Dick, that answers to the description and that might be mistaken for Reginald?"
"No one, aunt."
"Not Abel Death?"
"Not a bit like Reginald."
"In the name of all that's mysterious, what is he keeping out of the way for? Did you ever know a case in such a tangle?"
"Never. I don't wonder that Lambert is keen upon it. It would make his fortune to unravel the tangle."
"I mean to unravel it," said Dick. "Oh, you may shake your head, aunt. I've certain ideas I'm not going to speak of just now; you would think me mad if I were to tell you what they were. If you keep your mind upon a thing it's wonderful how ideas crowd upon you."
"Leading too often to confusion," observed Uncle Rob. "The main thing is a starting point."
"I've a dozen," said Dick.