"And you've no clues at all?"
I shook my head.
"Have you heard no names that were familiar to you—?"
"Scores of them; but none with which I could connect myself."
"And did you think I could find out for you what you yourself have not been able to discover?"
"I didn't know but what you might have means."
"What means could I have? As far as I've ever heard, the only way of tracing a lost man is through the police—with detectives—and publicity—descriptions in the papers—photographs thrown on screens—that sort of thing. I don't think there's any other way."
I took perhaps two minutes, perhaps three, to ponder these possibilities. In the end they seemed to magnify my misfortune.
"Then, sir, that's all you can do for me?"
"Remember that I should be doing a great deal if I got you to put yourself under Doctor Glegg."