“Who else knew he was coming to New York?”
“The Washington Embassy.”
“Who knew it in London?”
“Downing Street.”
“Whom do you suspect?”
“American crooks.”
“Everybody blames them—for everything.”
Sir Arthur frowned. “I’ve given you the case—on account of Mr. Mott’s interest in ex-convicts and the Gray Brotherhood.”
“Oh, I’ll take it. I’ll jump! I want all the facts you can allow me to have.”
“I’ve given you everything. The body found at Poughkeepsie on top of the goods-train was Stephney’s. There’s no doubt of that. He was first identified by the tailor’s name in his pockets—Concre, of London, I think. We’ve a solicitor up there who made a complete identification.”