At the same moment there was slight scratching at the door.
A visitor entered. He crawled stealthily on his hands and knees. A hearthrug thrown over his head and shoulders disguised his identity.
He crawled to the middle of the room.
Then he rose.
Great Heaven!
It was the Prime Minister of England.
“You!” said the detective.
“Me,” said the Prime Minister.
“You have come in regard the kidnapping of the Prince of Wurttemberg?”
The Prime Minister started.