"Anyway," he said, "I came to my senses almost in time, left you with the check for a souvenir, and beat it back to Linnet's dearly fast enough to be in at the death. Quite an unpleasant death, too. They tied a rope around his neck, and his eyeballs were popping and his tongue sticking out. You should have seen him. It would have made you proud of your team."
He stood up and stretched himself a little.
"Well, I was duly arrested by the doughty Inspector Fernack, and it took me until this morning to get out of his clutches. I went to your apartment, and there I met Humpty and Dumpty and a certain piece of luggage. And, of course, we had our reunion. I suppose I should have been able to solve the whole story then, but I guess you still had me slightly dazzled. Because there were two lovely clues, and they were completely contradictory. First, the pajamas in your closet—"
"You told me—"
"I know. They didn't have initials on them. But I could tell things by just looking at them… And then there was that precious portmanteau of iridium."
"I told you how that got there."
"But you didn't tell me about the initials. You saw how the combination lock worked out when I opened it, didn't you?"
"No."
"Three very important letters, and you didn't notice them," he said reprovingly.
"I wasn't looking."