‘I think I do,’ Grant said, amused. ‘I’ll do my best to find out for them. Just as a piece of holiday homework, tell him.’
‘You keep your mind off your work, if you please, and get well enough to be back here before the place falls to pieces without you.’
‘The shoes he was wearing: where were they made?’
‘Who was wearing? Oh. Yes. Karachi.’
‘ Where? ’
‘Karachi.’
‘Yes, that’s what I thought you said. He seems to have got around. No name on the fly-leaf of the Testament?’
‘Don’t think so. I don’t think I made any note of that when I read the evidence. Just a minute. Oh, yes, I did. No name.’
‘And no one in “missing persons” that fits him?’
‘No. No one. No one even approximately like him, it seems. He isn’t “missing” from anywhere.’