"The same as before. I am satisfied that you have told me the truth. No, Hersham, it is not you whom I suspect."
"Then who is it?" asked the young man, eagerly.
"I'll tell you that later on," replied Finks. "In the meantime you must answer a few more questions. I am not yet quite clear on some points. How did you obtain your disguise?"
"Oh, that was Miss Colmer's suggestion."
"The deuce it was!" said Fanks, rather startled at this admission.
"Yes! I told her of my idea to disguise myself in order to obtain a thoroughly realistic description of street music, and of those who make it. I asked her how she thought I should dress. In a half-laughing way she advised me to take Binjoy's servant Caesar as my model."
"Which you did?"
"Certainly. I thought the suggestion a good one. Caesar was rather an oddity in his way, and dressed with that mixture of vivid colours which is so dear to the black race. When off duty he usually wore a red neck scarf, a brown felt hat, black trousers, and a long green coat with large brass buttons, quite a noticeable garb in fact. He had several of these quaint garments, and he had brought one to Anne's establishment to get yellow velvet cuffs and collar sewn on to it. On the promise that I would not keep it more than a fortnight Anne lent me the coat, which I wore for my purpose."
"Strange," said Fanks, thoughtfully. "So you wore the very coat of the man whom we suspected in the first instance?"
"I did. It is odd now that you mention it."