"Exactly. And in the meantime he may tell us something. A prisoner gets plenty of time for reflection when he's on remand."
CHAPTER XXVIII
Five minutes after Big Ben had struck ten o'clock Heldon Foyle walked into his office to find Sir Ralph Fairfield striding up and down and glancing impatiently at the clock. He made no direct answer to the detective's salutation, but plunged at once into the object of his visit.
"Have you seen the Wire this morning?" he asked abruptly.
Foyle seated himself at his desk, imperturbable and unmoved.
"No," he answered, "but I know of the advertisement that brought you here. As a matter of fact, I sent it to the paper. I should have called on you if you hadn't come. Grell meant it for you, right enough."
The significance of the detective's admission that he knew of the advertisement did not immediately strike Fairfield. He unfolded a copy of the Daily Wire.
"What do you make of the infernal thing?" he demanded. "It's absolute Greek to me."