The butler swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"Then why make a mystery of it? No. 547, Sergeant."
"Do you know the gentleman, sir?"
"Slightly. He's a member of my club."
"Is it true that he's gone abroad?"
"I believe so. I could find out."
The sergeant addressed Fountain. "You had a reference, sir, I take it?"
"Yes, of course. But Baker gave it to me. I wasn't able to write to Mr. Fanshawe myself because he had gone - or was said to have gone - to New York. The chit was written on club notepaper."
"Trace him through the club," said the sergeant, writing laboriously in his notebook. "Or you will, sir?"
"Yes, I will," Amberley said. "I should like to know one thing, though." His hard eyes rested on Baker's face. "You say you would have heard Collins leave the house had you not been in the dining room at the time. Did you see or hear anyone else leave the house during the course of the evening?"