here. Just tell me all you know, Mr. and Mrs. Walters."

"My wife knows most," said Walters. "I scarcely saw the man--I don't
remember speaking with him."

"No," said Mrs. Walters. "You didn't--you weren't much in his way.
Well," she continued, "I showed him up to his room. He talked a
bit--said he'd just landed at Southampton from Melbourne."

"Did he mention his ship?" asked Rathbury. "But if he didn't, it
doesn't matter, for we can find out."

"I believe the name's on his things," answered the landlady. "There are
some labels of that sort. Well, he asked for a chop to be cooked for
him at once, as he was going out. He had his chop, and he went out at
exactly one o'clock, saying to me that he expected he'd get lost, as he
didn't know London well at any time, and shouldn't know it at all now.
He went outside there--I saw him--looked about him and walked off
towards Blackfriars way. During the afternoon the cap you spoke of came
for him--from Fiskie's. So, of course, I judged he'd been Piccadilly
way. But he himself never came in until ten o'clock. And then he
brought a gentleman with him."

"Aye?" said Rathbury. "A gentleman, now? Did you see him?"

"Just," replied the landlady. "They went straight up to 20, and I just
caught a mere glimpse of the gentleman as they turned up the stairs. A
tall, well-built gentleman, with a grey beard, very well dressed as far
as I could see, with a top hat and a white silk muffler round his
throat, and carrying an umbrella."