“I have just called to say we can find no trace of him beyond your hedge, not in this light, sir. I wonder if you have such a thing as a road map of these parts, sir?”
“Certainly, sergeant. Won’t you sit down?”
“No, thank you, sir, I must get back to the station and spend the night on the telephone. It’s all we can do until morning.”
I spread a map on the desk, and we bent over it together, Edmund looking over my shoulder.
Sergeant Moore made a few hurried measurements of places within twenty miles of my house which I located for him on the map.
“Thank you, sir,” he said, “I think it won’t be difficult to put a ring round him before morning. I think you said he doesn’t know the country at all, sir?”
“As far as I know he has never been in England before. But he seemed to find his way here all right.”
“Of course he had your address?”
“Oh yes. He got that from the hotel I stopped at in Egypt.”
“You would call him an intelligent man?”