"You know the Inspector." The Professor shook hands with French, and then, feeling that his appearance required some explanation, he took off his cap and looked at it ruefully.
"I am aware," he said, "that this is not a becoming headgear, but I am lost--absolutely lost without my servant.

If you would earn my undying gratitude, Mr.Quest, you would clear up the mystery about Craig and restore him to me." Quest was helping the Inspector to the whisky at the sideboard.

He paused to light a cigar before he replied.
"I very much fear, Professor," he observed, "that you will never have Craig back again." The Professor sank wearily into an easy-chair.
"I will take a little whisky and one of your excellent cigars, Quest," he said.

"I must ask you to bear with me if I seem upset.

After more than twenty years' service from one whom I have always treated as a friend, this sudden separation, to a man of my age, is somewhat trying.