“My attitude! What do you mean?” I exclaimed, looking at him in surprise.
“Well. You might have given information when you knew that we wanted to question that man Parham.”
“Information of what?”
“Of his whereabouts. You were seen one evening not long ago talking to him.”
“Where?”
“In the entrance to the Empire,” replied the inspector. “One of our plain-clothes men saw you with Parham and another man. But the fellow managed to get away, as he always does.”
I stood aghast.
“Was he a fair bald-headed man?”
“Of course.”
I was silent. The truth was plain, the revelation a staggering one. Winsloe had introduced his accomplice, John Parham, to me as the traveller and engineer named Humphreys!