And now," he concluded, when Mr. Henderson had passed through the door, "and now, my dear lady, what about it?"
"Well," said Chloë, as she sat down facing him, "it's this way. I believe—but I'm not quite certain—that I can put you on to a person who, several years ago, committed a crime. He's one of several people who will be at the Sloane Street Safe Deposit to-morrow at midday. I want you to send a plain-clothes man to meet me there and to stand by to arrest this person in case I find that I can definitely charge him. Will you do it?"
"You prefer," asked Inspector Olivarez, tapping his teeth with his thumb-nail, "to be no more particular in your statements at present? You don't wish to say what the crime is, for example? Or when it was committed? Or where?"
"No," she said, "I don't!"
