“I was half inclined to think that Major Ragstaff's ideas were traceable to a former touch of the sun,” said Harley. “I begin to believe that he has put us on the track of a highly unusual crime. I am sorry to delay dinner, Knox, but I propose to call at the Cafe Dame.”
III
A CRIMINAL GENIUS
On entering the doorway of the Cafe Dame we found ourselves in a narrow passage. In front of us was a carpeted stair, and to the right a glass-panelled door communicating with a discreetly lighted little dining room which seemed to be well patronized. Opening the door Harley beckoned to a waiter, and:
“I wish to see the proprietor,” he said.
“Mr. Meyer is engaged at the moment, sir,” was the reply.
“Where is he?”
“In his office upstairs, sir. He will be down in a moment.”
The waiter hurried away, and Harley stood glancing up the stairs as if in doubt what to do.