“Well, what do you propose to do?” asked Stone after a few moments’ consideration.
“Take you to the cafe straight away, or rather we’ll get there about half-past ten. Then we’ll wait for this bearded man to come in and have him followed to find out where he lives. We’ll have a good plain-clothes man waiting at each end of the street and we’ll give them the office when the chap goes out. The old maids are not going to let on they know me.”
So, by a few minutes after half-past ten, the inspector and Larose had been served with coffee by the bowing Ali Khan, and were waiting for their quarry to appear. The Hindu had gone back to his place on the other side of the room.
“Now this is the table where the Captain and Mr. Hinton sat,” whispered Larose, “and so we can be quite certain they were
