CHAPTER 21"Here we are! Neith Street," the inspector said, as he and Harbord turned into a busy and rather mean-looking street, "and there is Rendal's on the opposite side. Still sticks to his coloured jars, I see. Shouldn't say Neith Street was very modern."
The chemist came forward to meet them. It appeared to be a one man shop, small and stuffy, smelling strongly of drugs. The chemist also was small and bespectacled.
"Mr. Rendal?" the inspector said inquiringly.
"Certainly!" The chemist looked a trifle surprised. "Can I do anything for you, sir?"
The inspector handed him a card.
"It is just a little help I want, Mr. Rendal. Can you carry your mind back to last February,—the 27th of last February?"
The chemist turned his head away, looking at the card before answering, and paused a
