He took a photograph from his pocket and handed it to her. As she grasped it I had a glimpse of the pictured face and was not surprised to note that it was Dick's.
"Well, I won't say for sure. It looks like the same man, only 'tother was more like the men I takes to lodge," said Mrs. Blake after gazing at the photograph.
"And this one looks like a gentleman, is that it?" supplemented McKelvie with a smile.
The woman nodded, and taking a piece of charcoal from his pocket McKelvie reclaimed the photograph and proceeded to blacken the lower part of the face, giving Dick an untidy appearance, as though he had not shaved for a week or more. Then he showed it to her again.
"Yes, sir. It looks more like him now," she added.
McKelvie pocketed the picture. "What's the name of the man who told you about the suicide?"
"Ben Kite."
"Thank you," and he placed the bill in her hands.
"Phew! It's good to get out into the fresh air. How do they stand it!" I exclaimed.
"So used to it they don't even notice it," McKelvie returned with a shrug. "Drive down to the wharves and we'll have a talk with Ben Kite, if we can find him."