"None that I know of," Lutchester answered cautiously. "Why, the car's there still," he added, as they reached the corner.
"And no chauffeur," the other muttered.
The officer searched the car and drew out a license from the flap pocket. The commissionaire from the restaurant approached them.
"Say, what are you doing with that car?" he demanded.
"Better fetch the gentleman to whom it belongs," the inspector directed.
"What's up, anyway?" the man persisted.
"You do as you're told," was the sharp reply.
The commissionaire disappeared. The officer studied the license which he had just opened.
"What's the name?" Lutchester inquired.
The man hesitated for a moment, then passed it over.