“You are thinking of your friend of the other night?” the Inspector remarked.
“I was,” the doctor admitted. “For a moment it seemed to me like the same man with a different manner.”
Inspector Jacks was silent. He puffed steadily at his cigar.
“You don’t suppose,” he asked quietly, “that it could have been the same man?”
The doctor was still looking across the room.
“I could not tell,” he said. “I should like to see him again. I wasn’t prepared, and there was something so altered in his tone and the way he carried himself. And yet—”
The pause was expressive. Inspector Jacks’ eyes brightened. He hated to feel that his day had been altogether wasted.
CHAPTER XXIV. PRINCE MAIYO BIDS HIGH
Inspector Jacks was in luck at last. Eleven times he had called at St. Thomas’s Hospital and received the same reply. Today he was asked to wait. The patient was better—would be able to see him. Soon a nurse in neat uniform came quietly down the corridor and took charge of him.