"He runs a place called Healthward Ho about twenty miles from here. My uncle stayed there for a couple of weeks. It's a place where people go to get into condition--a sort of health farm, I suppose you would call it." "Of course, yes. I have heard Mr. Carmody speak of his friend Twist. But...." "Apparently he called here the other day--to see my uncle, I suppose--and this servant I'm speaking about saw him and is convinced that he was the burglar." "Improbable, surely?" Mr. Molloy seemed still to be having a little trouble with his breath. "Surely not very probable. This man Twist, from what you tell me, is a personal friend of your uncle. Why, therefore.... Besides, if he owns a prosperous business...." John was not to be put off the trail by mere superficial argument. Doctor Watson may be slow at starting, but, once started, he is a bloodhound for tenacity. "I've thought of all that. I admit it did seem curious at first. But if you come to look into it you can see that the very thing a burglar who wanted to operate in these parts would do is to start some business that would make people unsuspicious of him." Mr. Molloy shook his head. "It sounds far-fetched to me." John's opinion of his sturdy good sense began to diminish. "Well, anyhow," he said in his solid way, "this servant is sure he recognized Twist, and one can't do any harm by going over there and having a look at the man. I've got quite a good excuse for seeing him. My uncle's having a dispute about his bill, and I can say I came over to discuss it." "Yes," said Mr. Molloy in a strained voice. "But----" "Sure you can," said Miss Molloy, with sudden animation. "Smart of you to think of that. You need an excuse, if you don't want to make this Twist fellow suspicious." "Exactly," said John. He looked at the girl with something resembling approval. "And there's another thing," proceeded Miss Molloy, warming to her subject. "Don't forget that this bird, if he's the man that did the burgling last night, has a cut finger or thumb. If you find this Twist is going around with sticking plaster on him, why then that'll be evidence." John's approval deepened. "That's a great idea," he agreed. "What I was thinking was that I wanted to find out if Twist has a cold in the head." "A kuk-kuk-kuk...?" said Mr. Molloy. "Yes. You see, the burglar had. He was sneezing all the time, my informant tells me."