"I have a man watching for him," I answered.
"It's a curious case," said Quarles as we went downstairs. "I suppose you have inquired among the staff whether anyone knew Frederick Ewing intimately, visited him at Hammersmith, knew his private friends, hobbies, and so forth."
"Yes. Nobody appears to have known anything about him outside the office."
"I should like to have a look at the desk he occupied. I suppose that can be managed."
Permission was given us. The man who used it now got up to allow us to examine it, and Quarles again used his lens, going over the desk without and within.
"Was Mr. Ewing rather an untidy person?" he asked, turning to the clerk.
"No, I don't think so. I hardly knew him."
"Kept himself to himself a good deal, eh?"
"Yes; I believe that was the general impression."
"A bit of a dreamer, Wigan, I should say."