"What?"
The eyes round him now were ugly with fear. Wimsey kept his face steadily turned towards the President.
"How do you say you have contrived to get this information?"
"Well, I have been doing a little detective work on my own, you know."
"But you have been watched."
"True. The finger-prints of my watchers adorn the first page of the collection."
"This statement can be proved?"
"Certainly. I will prove it. The name of Number Fifty, for example——"
"Stop!"
A fierce muttering arose. The President silenced it with a gesture.