"You have a clue of course?"
"I think so, my lord," replied the officer guardedly.
"Can I help in any way?"
"Any information, my lord, that you think might help us would of course be gladly welcomed."
"The man who hailed the cab in Shaftesbury Avenue—what was he like? I could help you if I knew."
"I'll have his description properly written out, my lord, and bring it you in the morning."
"Can't you tell me now? Every moment lost is irretrievable in cases like these."
"I am afraid, my lord, that I cannot tell you definitely now. There's a dense fog outside—and——"
"The chauffeur's descriptions are vague," interposed Lord Radclyffe with a sneer, "the eternal excuses for incompetence."
"My lord!" protested the man.