“We may have got him, but I doubt it,” said Elk, coming back, breathless and grimy, to where Dick was examining the remainder of the documents which he had found. “I haven’t seen any man who looks like owning brains.”
“Nobody has escaped from the block?”
Elk shook his head.
“My men are in the passage and the street. In addition, the uniformed police are here. Didn’t you hear the whistle?”
Elk’s assistant reported at that moment.
“A man has been found in one of the back yards, sir,” he said. “I’ve taken the liberty of relieving the constable of his prisoner. Would you like to see him?”
“Bring him up,” said Elk, and a few minutes later a handcuffed man was pushed into the room.
He was above medium height; his hair was fair and long, his yellow beard was trimmed to a point.
For a moment Dick looked at him wonderingly, and then:
“Carlo, I think?” he said.