"Melchard's the man we want. Get his address. 'Phone cut outside. Wire me address P.D.Q."
"From my brother Richard," he said. "Dr. Caldegard knows this Melchard, I believe."
When Caldegard had told them all he knew of the man, the Superintendent looked at the Commissioner,
"I think, sir," he said, "we'd better inquire about Mr. Alban Melchard."
"Rather a wildgoose chase," grumbled the Home Secretary.
"I shouldn't wonder, sir," replied Finucane, "if Mr. Richard Bellamy isn't a very wideawake young gentleman."
CHAPTER X.
THE GREEN FROCK.
Seven miles south of Millsborough, just before you come to the cross-roads, whose eastern branch runs to the coast some thirty miles away, there stands, the only house in sight, a little roadside inn called "The Coach and Horses."