"That of a Chinaman," he replied promptly, referring to his documents. "Set down as cook--I'm told most of those coasting steamers in that part of the world carry Chinamen as cooks. Chuh Fen--that's the name. And why it's significant to me, when all the rest aren't, is this--during the course of my inquiries at Lloyds, I learnt that about three years ago a certain Chinaman, calling himself Chuh Fen, dropped in at Lloyds and was very anxious to know if the steamer _Elizabeth Robinson_, which sailed from Hong-Kong for Chemulpo in October, 1907, ever arrived at its destination? He was given the same information that was afforded me, and on getting it went away, silent. Now then--was this man, this Chinaman, the Chuh Fen who turned up in London, the same Chuh Fen who was on the _Elizabeth Robinson_? If so, how did he escape a shipwreck which evidently happened? And why--if there was no shipwreck, and something else took place of which we have no knowledge--did he want to know, after two years' lapse of time, if the ship did really get to Chemulpo?" There was a slight pause then, suddenly broken by Dr. Lorrimore, who then spoke for the first time. "Do you know what all this is suggesting to me?" he exclaimed, nodding at Scarterfield. "Something happened on that ship! It may be that there was no shipwreck, as you said just now--something may have taken place of which we have no knowledge. But one fact comes out clearly--whether the _Elizabeth Robinson_ ever reached any port or not, it's very evident--nay, certain!--that Noah and Salter Quick did. And--considering the inquiry he made at Lloyds--so did the Chinaman, Chuh Fen. Now--what could those three have told about the _Elizabeth Robinson_?" No one made any remark on that, until Scarterfield remarked softly: "I wish I had chanced to be at Lloyds when Chuh Fen called there! But--that's three years ago, and Chuh Fen may be--where?" Something impelled Miss Raven and myself to glance at Dr. Lorrimore. He nodded--he knew what we were thinking of. And he turned to Scarterfield. "I happen," he said, "to have a Chinaman in my employ at present--one Wing, a very clever man. He has been with me for some years--I brought him from India, when I came home recently. An astute chap, like----" He paused suddenly; the detective had turned a suddenly interested glance on him. "You live hereabouts, sir?" he asked. "I--I don't think I've caught your name?" "Dr. Lorrimore--our neighbour," said Mr. Raven hurriedly. "Close by." I think Lorrimore saw what had suddenly come into Scarterfield's mind. He laughed, a little cynically.