"Five or six. Six, now I come to think of it."
"That's about the time young Jim Telford left there," said Rajah Brahman reflectively.
"I get you," said Slade. "Well, if you want any dope to spring on the old man, I can supply it. When you materialize the spook of the lost boy—"
"I don't need information about New Orleans," interrupted Rajah Brahman suavely. "I wanted to know what you knew about the town. It won't be necessary for me to go into details with Thomas Telford. I expect you to do that."
"You expect me—"
"Yes. In other words, there will be no materialization of James Telford."
"But" — Slade could not seem to understand — "but that's why I cracked the safe. You've got the dope, and you're not going to use it?"
"Look at this picture," said Rajah Brahman, thrusting a photograph of the missing man into Slade's hands.
"Did you ever see anyone who looked like that?"
"The face is familiar," said Slade doubtfully.