He was not sure of any particular idea when he strolled away from Bloomsbury, but it did not surprise him when, half an hour later he found that he had walked down to the police station near which the unknown man's body lay in the mortuary.

And there he met Driscoll, just going off duty.

Driscoll grinned at sight of him.
"You're in luck," he said.

"'Tisn't five minutes since they found a bit of grey writing paper crumpled up in the poor man's waistcoat pocket--it had slipped into a crack.

Come in, and you'll see it." Spargo went into the inspector's office.