"Perhaps he hoped to start the police on a false scent?"
"Then why did he not do so? He merely says that something was pressed over his nose and mouth, and that he remembers nothing more. There is no false scent there. It sounds remarkably like the truth."
"Well," I said, glancing at the clock, "I suppose we'd better start for the station. You may find more clues in France."
"Possibly, mon ami, but I doubt it. It is still incredible to me that the Prime Minister has not been discovered in that limited area, where the difficulty of concealing him must be tremendous. If the military and the police of two countries have not found him, how shall I?"
At Charing Cross we were met by Mr. Dodge.
"This is Detective Barnes, of Scotland Yard, and Major Norman. They will hold themselves entirely at your disposal. Good luck to you. It's a bad business, but I've not given up hope. Must be off now." And the Minister strode rapidly away.
We chatted in a desultory fashion with Major Norman. In the centre of the little group of
