'You waited on Mr. Hawes a few days ago, when he dined with another gentleman in a private room up stairs, didn't you?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Who was that other man?'
'He is a young man who is clerk in a livery stable in Sullivan street.'
'What are his looks?'
'He is tall and light haired.'
'Do you know his name?'
'His name is Edgar.'
I hurried up to Sullivan street, went into the first livery stable I came to, inquired for the proprietor, and asked him if he had a young man in his stable of the name of Edgar.
He said he had.