Chapter VIII.—Hot Upon the TrailThat same night Larose was sitting in an upper room of a small house in Pimlico. The house belonged to a policeman whom he had known in his detective days, and he was making it his headquarters whilst pursuing his enquiries as to the identity of the J. Reynolds, who, nearly three weeks previously, had deposited a bag in the cloak-room of Liverpool street station.
In company with a detective, whom he had borrowed from Scotland Yard, he had called at the cloak-room that afternoon, but beyond taking possession of the bag that had not been called for, he had not obtained much to help him.
The cloak-room attendants had not any recollection of the individual who had deposited the bag with them, and that was easily understood, considering the great number of parc
