"Just tell us what he's like, will you?" interrupted Penteney. "As near as you can."
"Well, sir, I ain't good at that, but he's a tall, good-looking, smart-dressed gentleman, with a beard and moustache—taller nor what you and that other gentleman is, sir. I seen him in Victoria Street—mebbe it was his height made me notice him."
"And you're sure that was the man you saw in the car this morning?"
"Make no doubt on it, sir! I'm as certain as that I see yourself. Oh, yes!"
Hetherwick put in a question.
"The second man in the car? Did you notice him? Can you remember him?"
Chillam reflected for awhile.
"I remember that he was a white-faced chap," he said at last. "Wore a top-hat, silk."
When Chillam had gone away, Hetherwick turned to his companions.
"That sounds like Ambrose, for one man, and Baseverie for the other," he said. "What devilry are they up to now? Penteney—we must get back to London!"