He found the manager of the Brevord and inquired:
"How about the bellboy who was on duty all Monday night, Mr. Keene?"
"He's in the house now," Keene informed him. "Roddy is his name."
"Send him up to my room, will you?"
Braceway stepped into the elevator. Five minutes after he had disappeared, Morley went into the writing room. His hand trembled a little as he picked up a pen. He put two or three lines on several sheets of paper, one after the other, and tore up all of them.
The communication which he finally completed he put into an envelope and addressed to Braceway. It read:
"Dear Mr. Braceway: When you asked me about the make-up, I was thinking of something else and was not quite clear as to what you were saying or what you wanted to know. I remember now that, on one occasion, I did have a part as a man who wore a beard in a play given by my college dramatic club. However, I don't remember enough about it to pass as an expert on such make-ups.
"Yours truly,
"Henry Morley."
Going to the desk, he left the note for the detective.