Still, this does not make up an 'affair,' and especially an 'affair' which requires the assistance of a detective, and you spoke of 'a case.' What is the case, Mr.Narkom ?" "I will leave Mr.Philip Bawdrey himself to tell you that," said Narkom, as the door opened to admit a young man of about eight-and-twenty, clothed in tennis flannels, and looking very much perturbed, a handsome, fair-haired, fair-moustached young fellow, with frank, boyish eyes and that unmistakable something which stamps the products of the 'Varsities.
"Come in, Mr.Bawdrey.You said we were not to wait tea, and you see that we haven't.

Let me have the pleasure of introducing Mr.--" "Headland," put in Cleek adroitly, and with a look at Narkom as much as to say, "Don't give me away.

I may not care to take the case when I hear it, so what's the use of letting everybody know who I am ?" Then he switched round in his chair, rose, and held out his hand.

"Mr.George Headland, of the Yard, Mr.Bawdrey.I don't trust Mr.Narkom's proverbially tricky memory for names.

He introduced me as Jones once, and I lost the opportunity of handling the case because the party in question couldn't believe that anybody named Jones would be likely to ferret it out." "Funny idea, that!" commented young Bawdrey, smiling, and accepting the proffered hand.