"But I may be able to find him. Who knows?"
The detective moved his papers aside, and with a sigh admitted:
"Yes, you may have luck, to be sure."
Then, after some further conversation, he looked at the piece of sticking plaster on my head and remarked:
"I see you've had a knock. How did you manage it?"
I made an excuse that in bending before my own fireplace I had struck it on the corner of the mantelshelf. Afterwards I suddenly said:
"You recollect those facts you told me regarding the alleged death of the real Kemsley in Peru, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Well, they've interested me deeply. I'd so much like to know any further details."
Edwards reflected a moment, recalling the report.