My first question was a natural one.

How on earth did he connect me with the death of his son?
How did he contrive to identify me as the befriender of the young Turkish girl whose interests, he declared, were the object of his visit?
It appeared that the police had given him the necessary information, my adventures at Waterloo having rendered their tracing of Carlotta an easy matter.
I had been wondering somewhat at the meagre newspaper reports of the inquest.

No mention was made, as I had nervously anticipated, of the mysterious lady for whom the deceased had bought a ticket at Alexandretta, and with whom he had come ashore.

Very little evidence appeared to have been taken, and the jury contented themselves with giving the usual verdict of temporary insanity.

I touched on this as delicately as I could.