CHAPTER 7"H'm, so that is as far as we have got."
The inspector tapped the paper in front of him with the tip of his pen, and stared thoughtfully at Harbord who was sitting opposite.
"And that is not very far," Harbord added dryly. "This case is like a maze, sir. Every clue leads to a deadlock."
"Not at all a good description of a maze." The inspector smiled. "Oh, we are getting on, Alfred. We are like the moles working hard underneath. I gather the study of the church registers was not productive."
"No, sir, it was not. I found plenty of Carslakes, born, dead and married. But the only one who by any stretch of the imagination could be the girl for whom we are looking is Charlotte Sylvia, born October 12th—and Dr. Brett swears that this is not her."
"Yes, he does." The inspector scrat
