"I should be delighted," said the other.
T. B. led the way along the corridor, rang for the lift, and they were shot up to the third floor. Here at the end of a long passage, was a large room, in which row after row of cabinets were methodically arrayed.
"This is our record department," said T. B.; "it will have a special interest for you, Count Poltavo."
"Why for me?" asked the other, with a smile.
"Because I take it you are interested in the study of criminal detection," replied T. B. easily.
He walked aimlessly along one extensive row of drawers, and suddenly came to a halt.
"Here, for instance, is a record of a remarkable man," he said. He pulled open a drawer unerringly, ran his fingers along the top of a batch of envelopes and selected one. He nodded the Count to a polished table near the window, and pulled up two chairs.
"Sit down," he said, "and I will introduce you to one of the minor masters of the criminal world."
Count Poltavo was an interested man as T. B. opened the envelope and took out two plain folders, and laid them on the table.