"Why do they think he is in England?" asked Rose, quickly.
"I don't know. They would not tell me."
"You communicated with the police, then, Karl. You were not afraid?"
"Not with the police as a body, but with one of their private detectives: a Mr. Burtenshaw. Plunkett and Plunkett gave me a note to him. It was he who said he believed Salter to be still in the country: but the reason for believing it he would not give me."
"And did you get him described?"
"Yes, by the very man who let him escape: a policeman named Grimley: Burtenshaw sent for him. In nearly every particular his description tallies with Smith."
"Oh, Karl! he is certainly Salter."
"Does Smith wear his own hair?"
"Yes. At least," she added, less decisively, "if it were false I think I should not have failed to notice it. It is very dark; his whiskers are nearly black and his hair is only a shade lighter."
"Just so. But--I should say Smith was forty."