Wetherell hobbled across to receive him with an anxious face. "Have you any better tidings for me?" he asked.
"Not very much, I'm afraid, sir," the Inspector said, shaking his head. "The best I have to tell you is that your carriage and horse have been found in the yard of an empty house off Pitt Street."
"Have you been able to discover any clue as to who put them there?"
"Not one! The horse was found out of the shafts tied to the wall. There was not a soul about the place."
Wetherell sat down again and covered his face with his hands. At that instant the telephone bell in the corner of the room rang sharply. I jumped up and went across to it. Placing the receivers to my ears, I heard a small voice say, "Is that Mr. Wetherell's house, Potts Point?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Who is speaking?"
"Mr. Hatteras. Mr. Wetherell, however, is in the room. Who are you?"
"Detective officer. Will you tell Mr. Wetherell that Mr. Draper's house has been discovered?"
I communicated the message to Mr. Wetherell, and then the Inspector joined me at the instrument and spoke. "Where is the house?" he inquired.