s any more than we, but as you are
so worried I will put you in touch with a man who will probably relieve
your anxiety."

Minute looked up.

"A police officer?" he asked.

Sir George shook his head.

"No, this is a private detective. He can do things for you which we
cannot. Have you ever heard of Saul Arthur Mann? I see you haven't. Saul
Arthur Mann," said the commissioner, "has been a good friend of ours,
and possibly in recommending him to you I may be a good friend to both
of you. He is 'The Man Who Knows.'"

"'The Man Who Knows,'" repeated Mr. Minute dubiously. "What does he
know?"

"I'll show you," said the commissioner. He went to the telephone, gave a
number, and while he was waiting for the call to be put through he
asked: "What is the name of your boy-scout parson?"

"The Reverend Vincent Lock," replied Mr. Minute.

"I suppose you don't know the name of your glass peddler?"

Minute shook his head.

"They call him 'Waxy' in the village," he said.

"And the lady's name is Miss Paines, I think?" asked the commissioner,
jotting down the names as he repeated them. "Well, we shall--Hello! Is
that Saul Arthur Mann? This is Sir George Fuller. Connect me with Mr.
Mann, will you?"

He waited a second, and then continued:

"Is that you, Mr. Mann? I want to ask you something. Will you note these
three names? The Reverend Vincent Lock, a peddling glazier who is known
as 'Waxy,' and a Miss Paines. Have you got them? I wish you would let me
know something about them."

Mr. Minute rose.

"Perhaps you'll let me know, Sir George--" he began, holding out his
hand.

"Don't go yet," replied the commissioner, waving him to his chair again.
"You will obtain all the information you want in a few minutes."

"But surely he must make inquiries," said the other, surprised.

Sir George shook his head.

"The curious thing about Saul Arthur Mann is that he never has to make
inquiries. That is why he is called 'The Man Who Knows.' He is one of
the most remarkable people in the world of criminal investigation," he
went on. "We tried to induce him to come to Scotland Yard. I am not so
sure that the government would have paid him his price. At any rate, he
saved me any embarrassment by refusing point-blank."

The telephone bell rang at that moment, and Sir George lifted the
receiver. He took a pencil and wrote rapidly on his pad, and when he had
finished he said, "Thank you," and hung up the receiver.

"Here is you