Three discreet taps on the door broke in upon his thoughts. "Come in," he said, and then stepped forward with a hearty welcome as he recognised his visitor. "Juve, by all that is wonderful! What good wind has blown you here? I haven't seen you for ages. Busy?" "Frightfully." "Well, it's a fact that there's no dearth of sensational crime just now. The calendar is terribly heavy." Juve had ensconced himself in a huge easy chair in a corner of the room. "Yes," he said, "you are quite right. But unfortunately the calendar won't be a brilliant one for the police. There may be lots of cases, but there are not lots that they have worked out to a finish." "You've got nothing to grumble at," M. Fuselier smiled. "You have been in enough cases lately that were worked out to a finish. Your reputation isn't in any danger of diminishing." "I don't know what you mean," Juve said deprecatingly. "If you refer to the Beltham and Langrune cases, you must admit that your congratulations are not deserved. I have achieved no definite result in either of those affairs." M. Fuselier also dropped into a comfortable chair. He lighted a cigarette. "You have found out nothing fresh about that mysterious murder of Lord Beltham?" "Nothing. I'm done. It is an insoluble mystery to me." "You seem to be very sorry for yourself, but really you needn't be, Juve. You cleared up the Beltham case, and you solved the Langrune case, although you try to make out you didn't. And allow me to inform you, those two successes count, my friend." "You are very kind, but you are rather misinformed. Unfortunately I have not cleared up the Beltham case at all." "You found the missing peer." "Well, yes, but----" "That was an amazing achievement. By the way, Juve, what led you to go to the rue Lévert to search Gurn's trunks?" "That was very simple. You remember what an excitement there was when Lord Beltham disappeared? Well, when I was called in I saw at once that all ideas of accident or suicide might be dismissed, and that consequently the disappearance was due to crime. Once convinced of that, I very naturally suspected every single person who had ever had relations with Lord Beltham, for there was no single individual for me to suspect. Then I found out that the ex-Ambassador had been in continuous association with an Englishman named Gurn whom he had known in the South African war, and who led a very queer sort of life. That of course took me to Gurn's place, if for nothing else than to pick up information. And--well, that's all about it. It was just by going to Gurn's place to pump him, rather than anything else, that I found the noble lord's remains locked away in the trunk."