Gebb admitted that he was. "And I candidly confess that I do not see my way out of them," he added, with an anxious look at Parge.
The fat man grunted. "If you had come to me in the first instance I could have saved you a lot of trouble."
"Can you explain the mystery, Simon?"
"I can. If I couldn't, I wouldn't have sent for you."
"Do you know the motive for the committal of the crime?"
"I do I've employed my wits to some purpose, I can tell you."
"And the name of the assassin?"
"Yes! Didn't I say in my letter that I had solved the mystery, you fool?"
"And where he is to be found?" continued Gebb, exhaustively.
For the first time Parge replied in the negative. "There you have me," he grumbled, scratching his chin. "I know where he should be, but I don't know where he is. It will be your business to find him."