"We met in Paris some years ago, and when he was last in London, during the autumn, I lunched with him twice." "You had no letter from him, then, previous to the marconigram ?" the inspector asked.
"I have scarcely ever received a letter from him in my life," she answered.

"He was as bad a correspondent as I am myself." "You know nothing, then, of the object of his present visit to England ?" "Nothing whatever," she answered.
"When he was over here before," the inspector asked, "do you know what his business was then ?" "Not in the least," she replied.
"You can tell us his address in the States ?" Inspector Jacks suggested.
She shook her head.
"I cannot," she answered.

"As I told you just now, I have never had a letter from him in my life.

We exchanged a few notes, perhaps, when we were in Paris, about trivial matters, but nothing more than that." "He must at some time, in Paris, for instance, or when you lunched with him last year, have said something about his profession, or how he spent his time ?" "He never alluded to it in any way," the girl answered.

"I have not the slightest idea how he passed his time." The inspector was a little nonplussed.