Malcolm Sage looked at him steadily, but without speaking. "There will inevitably be other questions arising out of this," continued Mr. Llewellyn John. "I was going to suggest, sir, that if we could arrange for some newspaper to make a definite statement that the Government is offering the reward, we could prosecute it under D.O.R.A." For fully a minute Mr. Llewellyn John gazed at Malcolm Sage, as if not quite sure of his sanity. "But," he began, and then broke off, looking helplessly across at Colonel Walton. "Of course, sir, I'll relinquish the enquiry if you wish it." "This is not the time to talk of relinquishing anything, Sage," said Mr. Llewellyn John with some asperity in his tone. "What I want to know is what all this means." "That's exactly what I'm endeavouring to discover," said Sage evenly. "If I were a stage detective, I should be down on my knees smelling your carpet, or examining Pall Mall with a strong lens; but I'm not. I never carry a magnifying-glass and I know nothing about finger-prints. The solving of mysteries, like the detection of crime, is invariably due to a mistake on the part of somebody who ought not to have made a mistake." "Then tell me how far you have got." Mr. Llewellyn John glanced across to Colonel Walton, and was conscious of a slight knitting of his brows, then he looked back again at Malcolm Sage, who for some moments remained silent. "If you were uncertain of my sanity, sir," said Sage quietly, "would you discuss the matter with others, or would you first assure yourself of the accuracy of your suspicions?" He looked up suddenly, straight into Mr. Llewellyn John's eyes. "We all know you are hopelessly and irretrievably mad, Sage," said Mr. Llewellyn John with a smile. "When I know definitely what has become of John Dene, I'll tell you, sir," said Sage. "I'm not spectacular, sir. I can't deduce bigamy from a bootlace, or murder from a meringue. I can tell you this, however"--he paused and both his listeners leaned forward eagerly--"that if my hypothesis is correct, the policy to pursue is to magnify the importance of John Dene's disappearance. Incidentally," he added, "it might result in Mr. John Dene revising his opinion of the incapacity of British officialdom." "Then you refuse to tell me?" "It would be highly injudicious on my part to tell you of a mere suspicion which might----" Malcolm Sage lifted his eye from the nail of his left thumb, and looked straight at Mr. Llewellyn John--"which might dictate your policy, sir." "But the time we are wasting," protested Mr. Llewellyn John, rising and pacing up and down impatiently. "Nothing is lost that's wrought with tears, sir," was the enigmatical response.