"One moment, please. Before you say anything--if there's any truth in what I have just told you about Mr. Eadie--he arrived here on March the 4th."
There was a minute's silence until she found the page. "Yes," she said quietly, "it was March the 4th, on a Thursday."
"Exactly," snapped Inspector Romilly in triumph. "On March the 4th he moved here from a bungalow near Semaphore. He was 'Mr. Powell' there and by all my life's experience he'd had a dozen names before that." Again his voice became very grave. "Miss McIver, that man Eadie is no ordinary man. He's an adept in crime. By what unhappy chance he came to this neighbourhood I don't know yet, but long before he came here he was a breaker of the law. When we learn everything, and we shall know all soon now, I tell you we shall surely f
