“Have you talked to the Captain?” asked Larose eagerly.
“Yes, I saw him myself but got nothing out of him. He said he chanced to meet Hinton and had only walked with him as far as their ways lay together. The plain-clothes man, however, says he is sure he is lying, as the two were much too preoccupied in their talk for just exchanging chance remarks.”
“I’ll go and see him,” said Larose. “Where does he live?”
Stone laughed. “He has one room on the third floor of a house in Footer Street, behind Tottenham Court Road, and you’ll be astonished at the fine bird which comes off such a shabby perch.”
Half an hour later Larose was climbing the dingy staircase of the drab-looking, poor-class house in which Captain Blemming resided. He knocked at the door of the room which he had been told was h
