BAXTER. Yes--er--but what have we to go upon? Beyond the fact that
his name is Robinson--

BELINDA. I shouldn't go on that too much. You see, he may easily
have changed it by now. He was never very much of a Robinson.
Nothing to do with Peter or any of those.

DEVENISH. I will find him.

BAXTER. Well, can you tell us what he's like?

BELINDA. Well, it's such a long time since I saw him. (Looking down
modestly.) Of course, I was quite a girl then. The only thing I
know for certain is that he has a mole on his left arm about here.
(She indicates a spot just below the elbow.)

DEVENISH (folding his arms and looking nobly upwards). I will find
him.

BAXTER. I am bound to inform you, Mrs. Tremayne, that even a
trained detective could not give you very much hope in such a case.
However, I will keep a look-out for him, and, of course, if--

DEVENISH. Fear not, lady, I will find him.

BAXTER (annoyed). Yes, you keep on saying that, but what have you
got to go on?

DEVENISH (grandly). Faith! The faith which moves mountains.