"In the Hotel Lasande."
"When?"
"Very early this morning."
"How did you come to——"
"I saw a young man when he went into the house last night; I live there, you know. I had reason to think that something happened to him overnight, and this morning I managed to snatch this suit from the dumbwaiter as it passed my door. Further——"
"What was he doing there?"
"He came home last night with a gentleman you know," said Hobart Hitchin. "One Anthony Fry!"
"The liniment Fry?" cried Theodore Dalton.
His gray face turned white and then purple. He rose and ran one hand through his shaggy gray mop.
"The liniment Fry," Hitchin said.