He had followed him to this point, though no further, but had gotten a fair view of him, and thought he could identify him by his clothing and walk.
"And how about the plaid ulster," I asked; "did the man have it or any large bundle with him that might contain it?"
"No," the Inspector answered, "he was dressed in a light overcoat and a brown derby hat, and carried no bundle of any kind."
"Then, where is the ulster," I repeated.
"I don't know," he replied, I thought, somewhat testily.
"We have got to find that coat, nevertheless," I persisted.
"We will find it, sir; I'll promise that," said Miles; "that is, if it has not been destroyed."
"Have you any idea," I asked, after a moment's reflection, "who was the man the night-officer saw?"
"Yes," said the Inspector, "we have an idea it may have been White's cousin, Winters."
"Henry Winters, do you mean?" I asked, startled.