"You know Wiggins, don't you?" asked Sir Lionel.

"Which Wiggins? There are several that I know--Wiggins the sausage man,
Wiggins the rat-catcher, Wig--"

"I mean John Wiggins, of John Wiggins and Company, solicitors,
Liverpool. You know them perfectly well. I sent you there once."

"Yes," said Leon, slowly, "I remember."

"What sort of a man was this John Wiggins himself when you saw him?"

"Oh, an ordinary-looking person--grave, quiet, sensible, cool as a
clock, and very reticent. I told you all about him."

"Yes, but I didn't know but that you might remember something that would
throw light on his present actions. You went there to ask some questions
in my name with reference to poor Dalton, and the disposal of his
property."

"Yes, and got about as little satisfaction as one could get."

"He was not communicative."

"Not at all. Every answer was an evasion. What little I did get out of
him had to be dragged out. The most important questions he positively
refused to answer."

"Of course. I remember all that, for I was the one who wished to know,