Just for a second Pointer saw a contraction of the American's pupils. “Carter? Cox? Do you know him, too, at Scotland Yard?” “Mr. Beale, may I ask you for the fullest possible details of the man you call Green?” “Better search our police files. A cleverer criminal doesn't snap his fingers at our detectives.” “Any murders to his name?” “Well-l, I don't know about murders, but for robbery with or without violence he's a master.” “Will you describe him, sir?” “My language might pain you, Chief, but here's the police docket of him from N'York.” He handed the Chief Inspector a typewritten numbered slip, which described one Henry Green, alias Arthur Shepherd, alias—— The description tallied exactly with the man Carter. The snapshot appended was that of a clever face, full of daring and with a resolute chin. The specimen handwriting was that familiar to Pointer both from the Hotel Marvel and from the register below in the Lion Blanc. He studied the slip very carefully. He noted that Carter, or Green, had never yet been actually captured or stood his trial. All the evidence against him seemed to be held back in the police hands. “You can keep that if you like, Chief.” “Thank you, sir. That's a great help. And now, sir, what made you choose the Enterprise Hotel in the first place?” “I had information that Green had been seen a couple of days before going in there. Mistaken information, I guess. The fool mixed it up with another hotel lower down.” “You had never seen Eames before?” “_Eames?_ Never. My reason for suspecting that something was wrong in the room was exactly what I told you.” He looked the police-officer squarely in the eye. Pointer had received excellent witness of Mr. Beale's character and reputation, and yet—he was sure that the other had recognised the corpse. He decided to blurt out Eames' real name. “We have found out that Eames was really a Scotsman named Erskine living in Canada; and to the best of our belief the man you call Green, and speak of as a well-known crook who goes under many aliases, is his partner, John Carter. Both are wanted for embezzlement, we are told, though so far no particulars have come in.” Mr. Beale looked the picture of surprise. “You don't say!” There was a short pause. Pointer wondered whether Mr. Beale was choosing his next words with care. “Partner in what? Safe-opening? What kind of a business did this Eames, I forget what you called him, run?” “We hear that he was manager of the Toronto Silk Mills.” Mr. Beale made no comment except to give a cluck of amazement. There was a little pause, then the Englishman came back to the case in hand. “May I ask, sir, why you didn't write and let us know where you were? Your evidence was greatly wanted at the last inquest, and will be absolutely necessary in two weeks' time.”