“Have you any means of recalling what sort of looking individual Joseph White was? And, by the way, is his residence given?”
“‘Residence, Harlem,’ it says. That’s all. How should I remember his looks?”
“Of course—you see so many people in the course of a year, it is not wonderful that you should forget.—But tell me, did White put any thing else in pawn that day?”
“No, sir; nothing else.”
“He simply pawned this one article and went away; that’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“Hum!”
Merivale reflected. At length he resumed. “But at any other time—that is, does White’s name appear on your ledger under any other date?”
“Do you expect me to read through the book?” inquired Arkush, with the tone of protestation. “That is too much.”
“I’m awfully sorry to annoy you, but this information I am seeking is of such great importance—you understand—it’s worth a consideration.”