Judas disappeared behind the neat screen, and rapidly turned up the order book beginning with the 13th of November, as directed.
"They are tonic pills, I see, monsieur," he called out.
"Yes, it is marked on the box."
In another moment Fanks heard an exclamation of surprise behind the screen, and shortly afterwards Monsieur Judas emerged, carrying the order book with him. He was visibly agitated, and his lean hands trembled as he placed the book on the counter.
"What is the matter?" asked Fanks, suspiciously, rising to his feet.
"I will explain to monsieur later on," said Judas, with a sickly smile. "At present, however, here is what you want. These pills were made up for Monsieur Sebastian Melstane."
"Sebastian Melstane," muttered Fanks, thoughtfully. "Oh, that was his name."
"Yes, Sebastian Melstane," said Judas, slowly. "He bought these pills on the 11th of November, and went down to Jarlchester the next day."
"How do you know he went to Jarlchester?" asked Fanks, considerably startled.
"Because I know Sebastian Melstane, monsieur. We lodged at the same pension. He makes me the confidence that he was going to that place, and, I believe, took these pills with him. Now you have the box, but my friend, where is he?"