'I suppose you haven't got a room to let?' Hugo demanded, fumbling about in his brain for a plan to meet this swift crisis. 'I can't tell you till my wife comes home.' 'And when will that be?' 'That'll be to-morrow.' The door was banged to. Hugo rang again, wrathfully, but the door remained obstinate. CHAPTER XXV CHLOROFORM 'Come in,' said Simon grandly, in response to a knock. He was seated in his master's chair in the dome, which was lit as though for a fete. The clock showed the hour of nine. Albert entered. 'Oh, it's you, is it?' exclaimed Albert. 'Where's the governor?' 'I don't know where he is. He was in his office at something to seven, having an interview with Mrs. Tudor. Since then--' Simon raised his eyebrows, and Albert expressed a similar sentiment by means of a whistle. 'Then, you've been telephoning on your own for me to come up?' 'Yes.' 'It's like your cheek!' Albert complained, calmly perching himself on the top of the grand piano. 'Perhaps it will be. I regret to tear you from your fireside, Alb, but I wish to consult you on a matter affecting the governor.' 'Go ahead, then,' said Albert. 'There's been enough talk about the governor to-day downstairs, I should hope.' 'You mean in reference to Mrs. Tudor's reappearance?' 'Yes.' Albert imitated Simon's carefully enunciated periods. 'I do mean in reference to Mrs. Tudor's reappearance. By the way, what the deuce are you burning all these lights for?' 'I was examining this photograph,' said Simon, handing to his brother a rather large unmounted silver-print photograph which had lain on his knees. 'What of it?' Albert asked, glancing at it. 'Medical and Pharmaceutical Department, isn't it? Not bad.' 'We're having a new series of full-plate photographs done for the next edition of the General Catalogue,' said Simon, 'and this is one of them. It contains forty-five figures. It was taken yesterday morning by that Curgenven flashlight process that we're running. Look at it. Don't you see anything?' 'Nothing special,' Albert admitted. Simon rose and came towards the piano. 'Let me show you,' he said superiorly. 'You see the cash-desk to the left. There's a lady just leaving the cash-desk. And just behind her there's an oldish man. You can't see all of his face because of her hat. He's holding his bill in his hand--you can see the corner of it--and he's got some sort of a parcel under his arm. See?' 'Yes, Mr. Lecoq.' 'Well, doesn't he remind you of somebody?' 'He's rather like old Ravengar, perhaps,' said Albert dubiously. 'You've hit it!' Simon almost shouted. 'It is Ravengar.' 'This man's got no beard.' 'That comes well from a detective, that does!' said Simon scornfully. 'It needn't have cost him more than threepence to have his beard shaved off, need it?' 'And seeing that this photograph was taken yesterday morning, and Ravengar fell off a steamer into the Channel more than a week ago!' 'But did he fall off a steamer more than a week ago?'