"The house at Hampstead, sir?"
"Yes. Brand will come back there if he comes at all."
"If you like I can have it watched, Mr. Fane; but it will cost money."
"You can rely on me for the expense," said Fane eagerly. "I am most anxious that no stone should be left unturned. Watch the house, and when the man returns there let me know."
"You can depend upon my doing that, Mr. Fane."
"The two men were by this time at the door. As Fane opened it, he found a man on the step just raising his hand to ring the bell. The stranger was tall and dark, and unknown to Fane. Is there anything I can do for you?" asked the master of the house.
"I wish to see Mrs. Fane on business," said Bocaros, for it was he.
"Ah! something to do with the office, no doubt," replied Fane, and beckoned to the footman, who now stood ready to close the door. "Take this gentleman's card to your mistress. She is in the White Room."
The footman did as he was bidden, and Bocaros waited in the hall. Fane went out with the Inspector, and walked along Achilles Avenue talking eagerly. Bocaros sat down with rather a bewildered look, and passed his lean hand across his face. It seemed to him that he knew Fane's face, yet he was unaware of having met him before.
"But his face seems familiar," muttered Bocaros. "Where can I have seen him?" And he searched his memory vainly.