Half an hour later the cab-driver and the constable stood in the small upper room at Vine Street Police Station, the office of the Inspector of the Criminal Investigation Department attached to that station. Inspector Elmes, a dark-bearded, stalwart man of forty-five, sat at a table, while behind him, arranged over the mantel-shelf, were many photographs of criminals, missing persons, and people who had been found dead in various parts of the metropolis, and whose friends had not been traced. Pinned against the grey-painted walls were several printed notices offering rewards, some with portraits of absconding persons, others with crude woodcuts of stolen jewels. It was a bare, carpetless loom, but eminently businesslike. "Well," the inspector was saying to the constable as he leant back in his chair, "there's some mystery about the affair, you think--eh? Are there any signs of murder?" "No, sir," the man answered. "At present the doctor has discovered nothing." "Then, until he has, our Department can't deal with it," replied the detective. "Why has your Inspector sent you up here?" "Because it's so mysterious, I suppose, sir." "She may have had a fit--most probable, I should think. Until the doctor has certified, I don't see any necessity to stir. It's more than possible that when the man who left her at the Criterion reads of her death in the papers, he'll come forward, identify her, and clear himself." Then, turning to the cabman, he asked, "What sort of a man was he--an Englishman?" "Well, I really don't know, sir. He spoke to the dead girl in her own language, yet I thought, when he spoke to his friend at the station, that his English was that of a foreigner. Besides, he looked like a Frenchman, for he wore a large bow for a tie, which no Englishman wears." "You think him a foreigner because of his tie--eh?" the detective observed, smiling. "Now, if you had noticed his boots with a critical eye, you might perhaps have accurately determined his nationality. Look at a man's boots next time." Then, taking up his pen, he drew a piece of pale yellow official paper before him, noted the number of the cabman's badge, inquired his name and address, and asked several questions, afterwards dismissing both men with the observation that until a verdict had been given in the Coroner's Court, he saw no reason to institute further inquiries.