You seem to have frightened away the one man in the world who is indispensable to me." Quest smoked in silence for a moment.
"Any mail for me, Professor ?" he asked, abruptly.
The Professor opened a drawer and handed him a telegram.
"Only this!" Quest opened it and read it through.

It was from the Sheriff of a small town in Connecticut:-- "The men you enquired for are both here.

They have sold an automobile and seem to be spending the proceeds.

Shall I arrest ?" Quest studied the message for a moment.
"Say, this is rather interesting, Professor," he remarked.
"Really ?" the latter replied tartly.

"You must forgive me if I cannot follow the complications of your--pardon me for saying Munchausen-like affairs.