Sir Robert.
[Eagerly.] Well?
Sir Malcolm.
I found her the exact counterpart—if she is a
counterpart—of the young woman who came into
this room as I went out.
Sir Robert.
But isn't it possible that with your mind running
on the case—
Sir Malcolm.
I thought of that, sir, so I hurried back to my
office and looked up the inspector's entry. Here is a
copy, sir. [Handing a paper.
Sir Robert.
[Reading.] "Margaret Schiller, tall, dark, nervous,
a little over-sensitive." Ah! [Rises, obviously disturbed.] But, after all, this is only a general description. It may apply equally to Freda Michel.
Sir Malcolm.
I thought of that too, sir, so I sent round to Charing
Cross to inquire if a young lady answering generally
to that description had arrived by the 4 from Dover.
Sir Robert.
And what was the result?
Sir Malcolm.
Unfortunately, nothing. The special man we have
had at the station since the war began was away
when the train came in. But we learned that a
