The bell had been rung; when the door was opened no one appeared.
The note was lying in the entry.
"Will you mind," said Inspector Val, "if I call a man from across the street ?" "Certainly not," replied Richard, somewhat astonished.
Inspector Val stepped to the window.

Over the way a man was sauntering, for all the world like a sightseer from out of town.

He was admiring the stately residences, and seemed interested particularly in Mr.Gwynn's.
Inspector Val made a slight signal, and the sightseer came over and rang Mr.Gwynn's bell.
"Have him up," said Inspector Val to Richard.

Then, as the sightseer was marshaled into the room by Matzai: "Mr.Storms, this is Mr.England." Mr.England's eye was bright and quick like a bird's; with that exception he was commonplace.

Inspector Val, without wasting time, began to ask questions: "Who shoved this note under the door ?" "A colored man, sir.