“How did he pay you when he left that night?”
“Let me think—the bill was a little over fourteen pounds, I remember—he gave me the exact money in Treasury notes and silver!”
“A man between thirty and forty, you say—and wife about the same—anything distinctive about either of them?”
Blanchard hesitated. “Possibly some of my chaps here could answer that more satisfactorily than I can. I can’t say that I noticed anything.”
“How many rooms did they have?”
“Only one—their bedroom—they took all the meals that they had here in the hotel dining-room.”
“Can you remember any letters coming here for them?”
“I couldn’t answer that either—my clerk downstairs might be able to remember.”
Blanchard’s fat fingers stroked his cheek as he answered. Then he continued quickly. “There’s one thing I am in a position to tell you—they were out of the hotel a good deal during the day—I do know that.”
The Inspector nodded. “Sight-seeing, I suppose—eh?”