It was, after all, something of a scoop, for not one of the other passengers had been found who was in a position to say anything at all about him.

The immediate effect of the interview, however, was to procure for Mr.Coulson a somewhat bewildering succession of callers.

The first to arrive was a gentleman who introduced himself as Mr.Jacks, and whose card, sent back at first, was retendered in a sealed envelope with Scotland Yard scrawled across the back of it.

Mr.Coulson, who was in the act of changing his clothes, interviewed Mr.Jacks in his chamber.
"Mr.Coulson," the Inspector said, "I am visiting you on behalf of Scotland Yard.

We understand that you had some acquaintance with Mr.
Hamilton Fynes, and we hope that you will answer a few questions for us." Mr.Coulson sat down upon a trunk with his hairbrushes in his hand.
"Well," he declared, "you detectives do get to know things, don't you ?" "Nothing so remarkable in that, Mr.Coulson," Inspector Jacks remarked pleasantly.