"You think we shall catch one man by advertising for another?"
"I think it worth trying, sir," retorted the superintendent curtly. "The description and the photograph
fit like a glove—and we shan't be giving anything away."
As Heldon Foyle passed through the little back door leading to the courtyard of Scotland Yard an hour later, he stopped for an instant to study a poster that was being placed among the notices on the board in the door. It ran:
| POLICE NOTICE. |
| £100 REWARD |
| HARRY GOLDENBURG, alias THE HON. RUPERT BAXTER, MAX SMITH, JOHN BROOKS, etc. |
| Wanted For |
| MURDER. |
| Description.—Age, about 45; height, about 6 ft. 1 in.; complexion, bronzed; square features; grey hair; drooping grey moustache; upright carriage. |
| Note.—Henry Goldenburg has travelled extensively, and is an American by birth, but his accent is almost imperceptible. He speaks several languages, and has resided in Paris, Madrid, and Rome. |
| The above Reward will be paid to any person (other than a member of any Police force in the United Kingdom) who gives such information as will lead to the apprehension of the above-named person. |
The superintendent had wasted no time.
CHAPTER VII
The first grey daylight had found Sir Ralph Fairfield pacing his sitting-room with uneven strides, his hands clasped behind his back, the stump of a cold cigar between his teeth. His interview with Heldon Foyle had not been calculated to calm him.