Ashton-Kirk set down his coffee cup, a smile upon his face.
"It is Karkowsky himself, just as I expected," said he. "But," glancing at Fuller, "what happened then?"
"Burgess merely asked if he could bother him for a match, which the stout man provided willingly enough, and then promptly closed his door."
"Nothing more?"
"That is all, so far."
"What do the papers report that is new?"
"Nothing, except that Osborne has returned and will now plunge into the intricacies of the case with renewed zeal. They seem to suspect him of having made wonderful discoveries of some sort."
"Have you heard anything from Purvis?"
"Yes. He reports that no one but Drevenoff has made any movement away from the house in Fordham Road, Eastbury. And that he has merely walked about a little, apparently for exercise, or gone to the nearest post-box to mail some letters."
"Dr. Morse is to be buried to-day, I believe?"