He was back in a minute, an open telegram in his hand.
“I believe I’ve got in my pocket,” he cried, “the actual weapon with which Hartley Parrish was killed!”
And he read from the telegram:
“Mastertons gunsmiths sold last July pair of Browning automatics identical with that found on Parrish to Jeekes who paid with Parrish’s cheque.”
The message was signed “Manderton.”
At that moment a man wearing a black bowler hat and a heavy frieze overcoat came hurrying out of the hotel.
“Mr. Greve!” he cried as Robin, who was back in the driving-seat, was releasing the brake. “Did you have the wire from the Yard saying I was coming?” he asked. “Probably I beat the telegraph, though. I came by air!”
Then he tipped his hat respectfully at Herr Schulz.
“This is Detective-Inspector Manderton, of Scotland Yard, sir,” said Robin.
The big man beamed a smile of friendly recognition.