“He may have been disguised.”
“I thought of that—in fact, it seems the only possible explanation. But it's deuced odd, Wimsey. An important city man, on the eve of an important transaction, without a word of warning to anybody, slips off in the middle of the night, disguised down to his skin, leaving behind his watch, purse, cheque-book, and—most mysterious and important of all—his spectacles, without which he can't see a step, as he is extremely short-sighted. He——”
“That is important,” interrupted Wimsey. “You are sure he didn't take a second pair?”
“His man vouches for it that he had only two pairs, one of which was found on his dressing-table, and the other in the drawer where it is always kept.”
Lord Peter whistled.
“You've got me there, Parker. Even if he'd gone out to commit su
