"There isn't a paper, a letter, or even a visiting card on him." Mr.Dellingham looked at the landlady.
"Bless me!" he said.

"Remarkable! But he'd a suit-case, or something of the sort--something light--which he carried up from the railway station himself.

Perhaps in that--" "I should like to see whatever he had," said Mitchington.

"We'd better examine his room, Mrs.Partingley." Bryce presently followed the landlady and the inspector upstairs--Mr.
Dellingham followed him.

All four went into a bedroom which looked out on Monday Market.