Harley?"
"Possibly," was the guarded answer.
Paul Harley nodded to the constable in charge, and the ghastly
figure was promptly covered up again. My friend stood staring
vacantly at Wessex, and presently:
"The chief actor, I think, will prove to be not Chinese," he
said, turned, and walked out.
"If there's any development," remarked Wessex as the three of us
entered Harley's car, which stood at the door, "I will, of
course, report to you, Mr. Harley. But in the absence of any
clue or mark of identification, I fear the verdict will be, 'Body
of a man unknown,' etc., which has marked the finish of a good
many in this cheerful quarter of London."
"Quite so," said Harley, absently. "It presents extraordinary
features, though, and may not end as you suppose. However--where
do you want me to drop you, Wessex, at the Yard?"
"Oh no," answered Wessex. "I made a special visit to Wapping
just to get your opinion on the shaven man. I'm really going
down to Deepbrow to look into that new disappearance case; the
daughter of the gamekeeper. You'll have read of it?"
"I have," said Harley shortly.
Indeed, readers of the daily press were growing tired of seeing
on the contents bills: "Another girl missing.
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