He had calmed sufficiently to reach for his cigarette-case when Smith entered with a note, delivered by a boy messenger.
It was from Winter:
“Have found Okasaki. His name is now Numagawa Jiro, so you were right, as usual. He and Mrs. Jiro live at 17 St. John’s Mansions, Kensington.”
[Chapter XI]
Mr. “Okasaki”
In fifteen minutes Brett was bowling along Knightsbridge in a hansom, having left Hume with a strict injunction to rack his brains for any further undiscovered facts bearing upon the inquiry, and turn up promptly at ten o’clock next morning.
Although the hour was late for calling upon a complete stranger, the barrister could not rest until he had inspected the Jiro ménage. No. 17 was a long way from the ground level. Indeed, the cats of Kensington, if sufficiently enterprising, inhabitated the floor above.
He rang, and was surveyed with astonishment by a very small maid-servant.
“Is Mr. Numagawa Jiro at home?” he inquired.