“As I came away,” she said, “I bought a bottle of every kind of perfume on sale, some of the incense, and also a box of sweetmeat; but they all proved to be perfectly harmless. I analyzed them.”
Kerry’s eyes glistened with admiration.
“We could do with you at the Yard, miss,” he said. “Excuse me for saying so.”
Margaret smiled rather wanly.
“Now—this man Kazmah,” resumed the Chief Inspector. “Did you ever see him again?”
“Never. I have been trying for months and months to find out who he is.”
Kerry’s face became very grim.
“About ten trained men are trying to find that out at the present moment!” he rapped. “Do you think he wore a make-up?”
“He may have done so,” Margaret admitted. “But his features were obviously undisguised, and his eyes one would recognize anywhere. They were larger than any human eyes I have ever seen.”
“He couldn’t have been the Egyptian who looked after the shop, for instance?”