CHAPTER XVIOn the evening after Rockingham had given it as his opinion that the dead man in the mortuary was indeed the man whom he had seen speaking to Attleton, Macdonald got out all his notes on the case and went through them with all the concentration of which he was capable.
A good many points had been cleared up during the course of the day. Debrette’s hiding-place had been traced down by means of information which had filtered in through various channels, and now it was clear that for the past fortnight he had been living in a room (described as “an American flatlet”) in Camden Town. The owner of the house—an unpleasant-looking Jew who called himself James Stuart—could give no information about his tenant beyond the fact that he had paid a month’s rent in advance when taking his ro
