"Since five months, milord. It is said that he is in Belgium, buying pigs, cattle, or I know not what. But he has not written, and his wife is concerned about him. You think you have some information about him?"
"Well," said Wimsey, "we have a corpse. And we have a name. But if this Jean Legros has conducted himself in the manner you describe, then the name is not his, though the corpse may be. For the man whose name we have was in prison in 1918 and for some years afterwards."
"Ah! then you have no further interest in Jean Legros?"
"On the contrary. An interest of the most profound. We still have the corpse."
"A la bonne heure," said M. Rozier cheerfully. "A corpse is always something. Have you any photograph? any measurements? any marks of identification?"
"The photograph will assur
