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"That was what I meant. But he wasn't my man at all. It's his name and address that I am anxious to know." "But that doesn't sound sense. You must have arranged for him to call." "I know nothing about it. The case was not mine, nor was it sent by me. My name was used without my authority or knowledge." Mrs. Collinson had the look of one who accepts a surprising fact, and is endeavouring to adjust her mind to its implications. "I wonder," she said, "why anyone should have done that. But it's quite natural that you feel annoyed." "Mr. Kindell," Professor Blinkwell interposed, "is more than annoyed. There is a young lady involved in the matter who cannot be found, and he is anxious to trace her without delay." "Then I'm sorry," the lady replied, "but I can't do much to help you. All I know is that someone came in a car and said he was from Mr. Kindell and took the case - the first one - away. I didn't see him myself." "But your maid must have seen him," the Professor insisted "Will you permit us to question her?" Mrs. Collinson's reply was to touch the bell. When the girl appeared, she said, "Becky, I want you to tell these gentlemen all you can remember about the man who called for the case." "I didn't notice him that particular. He was quite a nice gentleman." Kindell asked, "I suppose you'd know him if you should see him again." "Oh, yes, sir. I think I should." "Can you describe-him?" The girl appeared to make a genuine effort of memory. She said he was dark. But not so very. Short. But not that short She thought he had been wearing a grey suit. It all amounted to nothing. Both the Professor and Mrs. Collinson appeared to be anxious to persuade her to talk, and to stimulate her memory. But Kindell saw that it was a useless pursuit. His real anxiety had become to decide whether he were being elaborately fooled.