toilet articles the visitor brought were spread out on the
dressing-table--brushes, combs, a case of razors, and the
like. And Mitchington nodded side-wise at them as he began to
take the articles out of the suit-case.

"There's one thing strikes me at once," he said. "I dare say
you gentlemen notice it. All these things are new! This
suit-case hasn't been in use very long--see, the leather's
almost unworn--and those things on the dressing-table are new.
And what there is here looks new, too. There's not much, you
see--he evidently had no intention of a long stop. An extra
pair of trousers--some shirts--socks--collars--neckties
--slippers--handkerchiefs--that's about all. And the first
thing to do is to see if the linen's marked with name or
initials."

He deftly examined the various articles as he took them out,
and in the end shook his head.

"No name--no initials," he said. "But look here--do you see,
gentlemen, where these collars were bought? Half a dozen of
them, in a box. Paris! There you are--the seller's name,
inside the collar, just as in England. Aristide Pujol, 82,
Rue des Capucines. And--judging by the look of 'em--I should
say these shirts were bought there, too--and the handkerchiefs
--and the neckwear--they all have a foreign look. There may
be a clue in that--we might trace him in France if we can't in
England. Perhaps he is a Frenchman."

"I'll take my oath he isn't!" exclaimed Mr. Dellingham.