“That’s certainly a good idea,” said Bannister grimly. “Captain Willoughby—the lady’s fiancé—will be able to settle the point at once. Get on to the ‘Cassandra,’ Godfrey, and tell him we want him down here at once, will you? Wrap it up a bit. Break it to him gently.” Godfrey went out, to return in a matter of a few moments. “Did you get him?” Godfrey nodded. “He’s coming straight down here.” “How did he take it?” demanded Bannister. “Seemed very upset at the possibility—naturally—I only hinted at it, too.” The Crown Prince twirled the ends of his moustache. “After all, Inspector,” he contributed, “say what you like—you’ve nothing really tangible towards this theory of yours. You may be alarming Captain Willoughby needlessly—it seems to me——” Bannister interrupted him. “Outside yourself, sir, Miss Travers was the only person who knew anything of Miss Carruthers’ whereabouts. Now this dead girl knew something about Miss Carruthers—that’s conclusive to my mind—_she’s actually in possession of her suit-case_. That’s one thing, at all events upon which I can base a theory.” Anthony found himself partly in agreement with Bannister’s contention. The Crown Prince, however, seemed very much inclined to reject it; Daphne Carruthers herself could visualise only the horror of the idea. “At any rate,” continued Bannister inexorably, “we shan’t have to wait very long to know for certain. Then we shall see who’s right. Captain Willoughby should be here at any minute, now.” He glanced at his watch. “It seems a very remarkable thing to me, Inspector,” declared Anthony, “that this dead girl had nothing _with_ her or _on_ her by which she could be identified. For instance—a purse—where was her money—where was her money, for instance, with which she intended to pay Branston, the dentist, for the extraction that she had just had?” “Exactly what appealed to me, Mr. Bathurst. What you’re asking me was one of the first questions that I asked Godfrey. She only possessed what she stood up in. Let us say, rather, what she sat down in, plus a hat and a pair of gloves.” The lines of his mouth relaxed a little as he uttered this grim pleasantry. “Which makes it pretty obvious to me then,” exclaimed Anthony, “that she was not _meant_ to be identified—for as long a period as possible. Things that would have identified her were taken from her—there’s not a doubt about it—the murderer—or murderers—there may have been two of them for all we know—wanted _time_ to do something during this period of non-identification—they’re doing it now—at this minute—very possibly—the question is ‘what’?” He paced the small room anxiously—his face betraying his excitement. “That’s your problem, Inspector,” he concluded turning to Bannister.