Miss Brown smiled.
“He was clean-shaven and he wore neat clothes,” she said. “He talked with an accent you could have cut with a knife and he had a Baedeker sticking out of his pocket. After luncheon, they all three went away to the smoking room.”
Peter Ruff nodded.
“Anything else?” he asked.
The girl smiled triumphantly.
“Yes!” she declared. “There was something else—something which I think you will find interesting. At the next table to me there was a man—alone. Can you guess who he was?”
“John Dory,” Ruff said, calmly.
The girl was disappointed.
“You knew!” she exclaimed.
“My dear Violet,” he said, “I did not send you there on a fool’s errand.”