“You say this man was a foreigner. Would you recognise his handwriting, if you saw it?”
“Certainly. I have more than a dozen of his letters in my possession. If you would care to come round to my rooms, I will show you them to-night.”
Wingate rose quickly. “Is it far?”
Boyle answered without a shade of embarrassment, “Shepherd’s Bush. Not, I regret to say, what you would call a fashionable suburb.”
In another two minutes they were in a taxi speeding towards Boyle’s residence.
Chapter Twenty Two.
One Fact is Established.
Boyle had directed the driver to stop at Uxbridge Road Station, where the two roads branch off, the one on the left leading into Chiswick, that on the right passing through Hanwell and Uxbridge.