CHAPTER 5THE ‘THUMBOGRAPH’
“So your net has been sweeping the quiet and pleasant waters of feminine conversation,” remarked Thorndyke when we met at the dinner table and I gave him an outline of my afternoon’s adventures.
“Yes,” I answered, “and here is the catch cleaned and ready for the consumer.”
I laid on the table two of my notebooks in which I had entered such facts as I had been able to extract from my talk with Miss Gibson.
“You made your entries as soon as possible after your return, I suppose?” said Thorndyke—“while the matter was still fresh?”
“I wrote down my notes as I sat on a seat in Kensington Gardens within five minutes after leaving Miss Gibson.”
“Good!” said Thorndyke. “And now let us see what you have collected.”
He glanced quickly through the entries in the two
