And that man is going to be your servant, Franklin P.

Scudder.' I was getting to like the little chap.

His jaw had shut like a rat-trap, and there was the fire of battle in his gimlety eyes.

If he was spinning me a yarn he could act up to it.
'Where did you find out this story ?' I asked.
'I got the first hint in an inn on the Achensee in Tyrol.

That set me inquiring, and I collected my other clues in a fur-shop in the Galician quarter of Buda, in a Strangers' Club in Vienna, and in a little bookshop off the Racknitzstrasse in Leipsic.