"Thirty-eight and a half, sir."
"Weight eleven stone nine."
"Twelve stone, sir."
"Near enough."
"Yes, sir," replied Thompson.
"You've got everything?"
"Down to his under-wear, sir," was the response.
"The ring?"
"Yes, sir."
Malcolm Sage looked up from the buff-coloured paper before him, then picking up a photograph from the table, proceeded to study it with great intentness.