But really, I don't see how, from the description you have, you will be able to recognise your man, even if he is on board the Mongolia." "A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than recognises them.

You must have a scent for them, and a scent is like a sixth sense which combines hearing, seeing, and smelling.

I've arrested more than one of these gentlemen in my time, and, if my thief is on board, I'll answer for it; he'll not slip through my fingers." "I hope so, Mr.Fix, for it was a heavy robbery." "A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand pounds! We don't often have such windfalls.

Burglars are getting to be so contemptible nowadays! A fellow gets hung for a handful of shillings!" "Mr.Fix," said the consul, "I like your way of talking, and hope you'll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy.

Don't you see, the description which you have there has a singular resemblance to an honest man ?" "Consul," remarked the detective, dogmatically, "great robbers always resemble honest folks.