WHAT THE STATIONMASTER SAW The number of type-writer exchanges in London is not large.

Impressing the services of Smith and his wife as amanuenses, Brett despatched the requisite letters before he retired for the night.
He was up betimes and out before breakfast, surprising the domestics of his club by an early visit to the library.

The Etona contained a great many service members, and made a feature of its complete editions of Army and Navy lists.
In one of the latter, eight years old, Brett found, among the officers of the _Northumberland_, at that time in commission, "Robert Hume-Fraser, sub-lieutenant." A later volume recorded his retirement from the service.
Hume and Winter reached Brett's flat together.
"Any luck with the Jap, sir ?" asked the detective cheerily.
Brett told them what had happened, and Winter sighed.

Here, indeed, was a promising subject for an arrest.

Why not lock him up, and seize the type-writer?
But he knew the barrister by this time, and uttered no word.
"And now," said Brett, after a malicious pause to enable Winter to declare himself, "I am going back to Stowmarket.