“My friend, Ambler Jevons—you know him, for he dined at Richmond Road one evening—has been most active in the affair.”
“But he’s not a detective. How can he expect to triumph where the police fail?”
“He often does,” I declared. “His methods are different from the hard-and-fast rules followed by the police. He commences at whatever point presents itself, and laboriously works backwards with a patience that is absolutely extraordinary. He has unearthed a dozen crimes where Scotland Yard has failed.”
“And is he engaged upon my poor husband’s case?” asked Mary, suddenly interested.
“For what reason?”
“Well—because he is one of those for whom a mystery of crime has a fascinating attraction.”
“But he must have some motive in devoting time and patience to a matter which does not concern him in the least,” Mrs. Mivart remarked.
“Whatever is the motive, I can assure you that it is an entirely disinterested one,” I said.
“But what has he discovered? Tell me,” Mary urged.