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34 In as few words as possible I put the facts of the Tube accident and the conclusions I had drawn from them before him. When I had finished he said unexpectedly:

"What do you know of brachycephalic heads?"

I mentioned Papa.

"The Monkey man? Eh? Well, you seem to have a head of some kind upon your own shoulders, young woman. But it's all pretty thin, you know. Not much to go upon. And no use to us—as it stands."

"I'm perfectly aware of that."

"What d'you want, then?"

"I want a job on your paper to investigate this matter."

"Can't do that. We've got our own special man on it."

"And I've got my own special knowledge."

"What you've just told me, eh?"

"Oh, no, Lord Nasby. I've still got something up my sleeve."

"Oh, you have, have you? You seem a bright sort of girl. Well, what is it?"

"When this so-called doctor got into the lift, he dropped a piece of paper. I picked it up. It smelt of moth balls. So did the dead man. The doctor didn't. So I saw at once that the doctor must have taken it off the body. It had two words written on it and some figures."

"Let's see it."

Lord Nasby stretched out a careless hand.

"I think not," I said, smiling. "It's my find, you see."

"I'm right. You are a bright girl. Quite right to hang on to it. No scruples about not handing it over to the police?"

"I went there to do so this morning. They persisted in regarding the whole thing as having nothing to do with the Marlow affair, so I thought that in the circumstances I was justified in retaining the paper. Besides, the inspector put my back up."