"About——"
"How to begin, no time should be lost."
"That means a good detective, as soon as possible. Do you chance to know any of these gentry?"
"I——No, indeed! I suppose a telegram to the chief of police——"
"Allow me," broke in Doctor Barnes. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Anything. I seem unable to think."
"And no wonder! I know the right man for you if he is in Chicago. You see, I was in hospital practice for several years, and have also had my share of prison experience. While thus employed I met a man named Ferrars, an Englishman, who for some years has spent the greater part of his time in this country, in Chicago, in fact. There's a mystery and a romance attached to the man, or his history. He's not connected with any of the city offices, but he is one of three retired detectives—retired, that is, from regular work—who work together at need when they feel a case to be worth their efforts. I think a case like this will be certain to attract Ferrars."
"And he is your choice of the three?"
The doctor smiled. "The others are married," he said, "and not so ready to go far afield as is Ferrars."
"You think him skilful?"