“I don’t.”
“George Richmond is a well-known man in certain quarters, but of late he hasn’t shown up often.”
“Is he crooked, Mr. Carter?”
“Yes, in a manner. How did he look to-night, Billy?”
“He wore a brown beard and was well dressed.”
“Did he limp a little?”
“Bless me if he didn’t, but I wouldn’t have thought of that if you hadn’t mentioned it.”
The detective seemed satisfied.
“What did he seem to want in Mother Flintstone’s old quarters?”
“I hardly know. He sounded several of the walls, as if looking for a secret door, but he didn’t appear to find one.”