Grant would! In twelve minutes he was in the little green-lighted room.
Erskine, his hand trembling a little more than usual, gave him a letter to read.
Sir,
Having seen your advertisement saying that if Herbert Gotobed will call at your office he will hear of something to his advantage, I beg to state that I am unable to come personally but if you will communicate your news to me by letter to 5, Threadle Street, Canterbury, I will get the letter.
Yours faithfully,
HERBERT GOTOBED
"Canterbury!" Grant's eyes lighted. He handled the letter lovingly. The paper was cheap, and the ink poor. The style and the writing vaguely illiterate. Grant remembered Christine's letter with its easy sentences and its individual hand, and marveled for the thousandth time at the mystery of breeding.
"Canterbury! It's almost too good to be true. An accommodation address. I wonder why? Is our Herbert 'wanted, by any chance? The Yard certainly don't know him. Not by that name. Pity we haven't got a photograph of him.
"And what is our next move, Inspector?"
"You write saying that if he doesn't put in a personal appearance you have no guarantee that he is Herbert Gotobed, and that it is therefore necessary for him to come to your offices!"