Linnell went on. “The whole thing was peculiar in this respect. I was entirely unacquainted with the gentleman—the commission was right out of our usual type of business—no price was mentioned—I was given carte blanche—I know absolutely nothing about this particular species of—er—antiques—and what is more”—here he paused and looked Goodall straight in the eyes—“I had no absolute proof that the affair was genuine.”
Goodall nodded approvingly. “You took steps, of course, to——”
“I wired to Berkshire and the reply was satisfactory—at all events——”
“What reply did you get?” Goodall was showing signs of impatience.
“It came by telegram—you shall see it. It’s at my office.”
“You were satisfied?”
“Yes, Inspector.”
“One little point, Mr. Linnell, before you proceed any farther. Why did Mr. Stewart select your firm to carry out this commission? Any idea?”
“He explained that in his letter. He said he had been told of us by a very respected and esteemed client of ours—a Colonel Leach-Fletcher.”
“Was that true?” demanded Goodall.