Now I come to think of it, his eyes very
slightly slanted upward."
Harley stared.
"Like a Chinaman's?"
"Oh, nothing so marked as that. But the same sort of formation."
Harley nodded briskly and buttoned up his overcoat.
"Thanks, Mr. Bampton," he said; "we will detain you no longer!"
As we descended the stairs, where the smell of frying sausages
had given place to that of something burning--probably the
sausages:
"I was half inclined to think that Major Ragstaff's ideas were
traceable to a former touch of the sun," said Harley. "I begin
to believe that he has put us on the track of a highly unusual
crime. I am sorry to delay dinner, Knox, but I propose to call
at the Cafe Dame."
III
A CRIMINAL GENIUS
On entering the doorway of the Cafe Dame we found ourselves in a
narrow passage. In front of us was a carpeted stair, and to the
right a glass-panelled door communicating with a discreetly
lighted little dining room which seemed to be well patronized.
Opening the door Harley beckoned to a waiter, and:
"I wish to see the proprietor," he said.
"Mr. Meyer is engaged at the moment, sir," was the reply.
"Where is he?"
"In his office upstairs, sir. He will be down in a moment.
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