"What's the news?" he asked.

"Well, I think I have found your Mr. Holland," said the inspector.

He took a fat case from his inside pocket, opened it, and extracted a
snapshot photograph. It represented a big motor car, and, standing by
its bonnet, a little man in chauffeur's uniform.

"This is the fellow who called himself 'Rex Holland' and who sent the
commissionaire on his errand. The photograph came into my possession as
the result of an accident. It was discovered in the flat and had
evidently fallen out of the man's pocket. I made inquiries and found
that it was taken by a small photographer in Putney, and that the man
had called for the photographs about ten o'clock in the morning of the
same day that he sent the commissionaire on his errand. He was probably
examining them during the period of his waiting in the flat, and one of
them slipped to the ground. At any rate, the commissionaire has no doubt
that this was the man."

"Do you seriously suggest that this fellow is Rex Holland?"

The inspector shook his head.

"I think he is merely one of the gang," he said. "I don't believe you
will ever find Rex Holland, for each of the gang took the name in turn
to take the part, according to the circumstances in which they found
themselves. I have been unable to identify him, except that he went by
the name of Feltham and was an Australian. That was the name he gave to
the photographer with whom he talked. You see, the photograph was taken
in High Street, Putney. The only clew we have is that he has been seen
several times on the Portsmouth Road, driving one or two cars in which
was a man who is probably the nearest approach to Rex Holland we shall
get.

"I put my men on to make further investigations, and the Haslemere
police told them that it is believed that the car was the property of a
gentleman who lived in a lockup cottage some distance from
Haslemere--evidently rather a swagger affair, because its owner had an
electric cable and telephone wires laid in, and the cottage was altered
and renovated twelve months ago at a very considerable cost. I shall be
able to tell you more about that to-morrow."

They spent the rest of the evening discussing the crime, and the girl
was a silent listener. It was not until very late that John Minute was
able to give her his undivided attention.

"I asked you to come down," he said, "because I am getting a little
worried about you."

"Worried about me, uncle?" she said