"Yes, sir."
"But you could not pick him out from a group of others or identify him by photograph."
"No, I couldn't."
"That's a pity. In your work you should be more observing."
"I know I should. I will be in the future."
The inspector smiled grimly.
"We all lock the gate after the cows are out of the pasture," commented he. "Well, if this is all you can offer, I'll try the boy. Your name, sonny."
"Christopher Mark Antony Burton, fourth," interrupted his father in an aggrieved tone.
"Does all that belong to you?" asked the inspector, his eyes fixed on the lad's face with hawk-like scrutiny.