“I forgot all about it,” I answered. “I started that inquiry the day I was in prison. The night I got out, the Denckel letter came, and we’ve been so busy ever since that I completely forgot this.” “Let’s hear it,” said Tom. “Just read the condensed paragraph at the top,” I said. “That tells the whole story. You can read the rest at your leisure.” Dorothy began in her clear voice. “Report on Mr. Richard Regnier. Richard Regnier is the son of the late Colonel Arthur Regnier of Savannah, Georgia. He was educated at private schools, and at Princeton. His residence is Savannah, but he has spent much time in England. He specialized in chemistry when in college, and published one paper after graduation on some rare chemical compounds. He has no regular occupation, has an independent income, and spends most of his time in various philanthropic works. Is a member of several organizations, such as the Peace Society, the Tuberculosis League, etc., and of four clubs. Complete details given below. Every effort has been made to obtain his present address, but not even his bankers know it. The only fact concerning this which could be obtained was that he sailed for Europe on the Hamburg-American line, the last of June, this present year. For details of this part of the investigation, see below.” “Well, he didn’t do it; he isn’t doing it,” said Dorothy emphatically. “He’s got the training for it,” said Tom reflectively. “I am sure,” began Dorothy, but I broke in. “What’s the use of discussing it now. We can’t get hold of Regnier, anyway, and your phosphorescent ink scheme seems the next scheme to try. Here we are at the Temple. Let’s go to one of my friends who is a solicitor here, and see if we can use his office as headquarters to see the applicants.” So the discussion ended. A brief interview with my friend, and a short debate on the best method of procedure, brought us to certain conclusions. It was really just as possible that the man had worked in London as anywhere else, and we decided to advertise in six of the morning papers for three days, asking for a man who had had some experience with phosphorescent inks, and who was capable of assisting in a scientific examination with regard to them. Applicants were to meet at the office of my friend in the Middle Temple at three o’clock on the afternoon of the third day. For two days and a half I spent my time watching the preparations for war, and urging forward the search for Regnier. He had completely dropped out of sight. No information of his whereabouts could be obtained, and when we met at the Temple on the afternoon of the third day, we were no further ahead.