«Afraid that disposes of Crimplesham-X,» said Lord Peter. «I'm rather sorry; he was a fine sinister figure as I had pictured him. Still, his may yet be the brain behind the hands — the aged spider sitting invisible in the centre of the vibrating web, you know, Bunter.»

«Yes, my lord,» said Bunter. They were walking up the street together.

«There is the office over the way,» pursued Lord Peter. «I think, Bunter, you might step into this little shop and purchase a sporting paper, and if I do not emerge from the villain's lair — say within three-quarters of an hour, you may take such steps as your perspicuity may suggest.»

Mr. Bunter turned into the shop as desired, and Lord Peter walked across and rang the lawyer's bell with decision.

«The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is my long suit here, I fancy,» he murmured, and when the door was opened by a clerk he delivered over his card with an unflinching air.

He was ushered immediately into a confidential-looking office, obviously furnished in the early years of Queen Victoria's reign, and never altered since. A lean, frail-looking old gentleman rose briskly from his chair as he entered and limped forward to meet him.

«My dear sir,» exclaimed the lawyer, «how extremely good of you to come in person! Indeed, I am ashamed to have given you so much trouble. I trust you were passing this way, and that my glasses have not put you to any great inconvenience. Pray take a seat, Lord Peter.» He peered gratefully at the young man over a pince-nez obviously the fellow of that now adorning a dossier in Scotland Yard.

Lord Peter sat down. The lawyer sat down. Lord Peter picked up a glass paper-weight from the desk and weighed it thoughtfully in his hand. Subconsciously he noted what an admirable set of finger-prints he was leaving upon it. He replaced it with precision on the exact centre of a pile of letters.

«It's quite all right,» said Lord Peter. «I was here on business. Very happy to be of service to you. Very awkward to lose one's glasses, Mr. Crimplesham.»

«Yes,» said the lawyer, «I assure you I feel quite lost without them. I have this pair, but they do not fit my nose so well — besides, that chain has a great sentimental value for me. I was terribly distressed on arriving at Balham to find that I had lost them. I made enquiries of the railway, but to no purpose. I feared they had been stolen. There were such crowds at Victoria, and the carriage was packed with people all the way to Balham. Did you come across them in the train?»

«Well, no,» said Lord Peter, «I found them in rather an unexpected place. Do you mind telling me if you recognized any of your fellow-travellers on that occasion?»

The lawyer stared at him.

«Not a soul,» he answered. «Why do you ask?»

«Well,» said Lord Peter, «I thought perhaps the — the person with whom I found them might have taken them for a joke.»

The lawyer looked puzzled.

«Did the person claim to be an acquaintance of mine?» he enquired. «I know practically nobody in London, except the friend with whom I was staying in Balham, Dr. Philpots, and I should be very greatly surprised at his practising a jest upon me. He knew very well how distressed I was at the loss of the glasses. My business was to attend a meeting of shareholders in Medlicott's Bank, but the other gentlemen present were all personally unknown to me, and I cannot think that any of them would take so great a liberty. In any case,» he added, «as the glasses are here, I will not enquire too closely into the manner of their restoration. I am deeply obliged to you for your trouble.»

Lord Peter hesitated.

«Pray forgive my seeming inquisitiveness,» he said, «but I must ask you another question. It sounds rather melodramatic, I'm afraid, but it's this. Are you aware that you have any enemy — anyone, I mean, who would profit by your — er — decease or disgrace?»

Mr. Crimplesham sat frozen into stony surprise and disapproval.

«May I ask the meaning of this extraordinary question?» he enquired stiffly.

«Well,» said Lord Peter, «the circumstances are a little unusual. You may recollect that my advertisement was addressed to the jeweller who sold the chain.»

«That surprised me at the time,» said Mr. Crimplesham, «but I begin to think your advertisement and your behaviour are all of a piece.»

«They are,» said Lord Peter. «As a matter of fact I did not expect the owner of the glasses to answer my advertisement. Mr. Crimplesham, you have no doubt read what the papers have to say about the Battersea Park mystery. Your glasses are the pair that was found on the body, and they are now in the possession of the police at Scotland Yard, as you may see by this.» He placed the specification of the glasses and the official note before Crimplesham.

«Good God!» exclaimed the lawyer. He glanced at the paper, and then looked narrowly at Lord Peter.

«Are you yourself connected with the police?» he enquired.

«Not officially,» said Lord Peter. «I am investigating the matter privately, in the interests of one of the parties.»

Mr. Crimplesham rose to his feet.

«My good man,» he said, «this is a very impudent attempt, but blackmail is an indictable offence, and I advise you to leave my office before you commit yourself.» He rang the bell.

«I was afraid you'd take it like that,» said Lord Peter. «It looks as though this ought to have been my friend Detective Parker's job, after all.» He laid Parker's card on the table beside the specification, and added: «If you should wish to see me again, Mr. Crimplesham, before to-morrow morning, you will find me at the Minster Hotel.»

Mr. Crimplesham disdained to reply further than to direct the clerk who entered to «show this person out.»

In the entrance Lord Peter brushed against a tall young man who was just coming in, and who stared at him with surprised recognition. His face, however, aroused no memories in Lord Peter's mind, and that baffled nobleman, calling out Bunter from the newspaper shop, departed to his hotel to get a trunk-call through to Parker.

Meanwhile, in the office, the meditations of the indignant Mr. Crimplesham were interrupted by the entrance of his junior partner.

«I say,» said the latter gentleman, «has somebody done something really wicked at last? What ever brings such a distinguished amateur of crime on our sober doorstep?»

«I have been the victim of a vulgar attempt at blackmail,» said the lawyer; «an individual passing himself off as Lord Peter Wimsey — »

«But that is Lord Peter Wimsey,» said Mr. Wicks, «there's no mistaking him. I saw him give evidence in the Attenbury emerald case. He's a big little pot in his way, you know, and goes fishing with the head of Scotland Yard.»

«Oh, dear,» said Mr. Crimplesham.

Fate arranged that the nerves of Mr. Crimplesham should be tried that afternoon. When, escorted by Mr. Wicks, he arrived at the Minster Hotel, he was informed by the porter that Lord Peter Wimsey had strolled out, mentioning that he thought of attending Evensong. «But his man is here, sir,» he added, «if you like to leave a message.»

Mr. Wicks thought that on the whole it would be well to leave a message. Mr. Bunter, on enquiry, was found to be sitting by the telephone, waiting for a trunk-call. As Mr. Wicks addressed him the bell rang, and Mr. Bunter, politely excusing himself, took down the receiver.

«Hullo!» he said. «Is that Mr. Parker? Oh, thanks! Exchange! Exchange! Sorry, can you put me through to Scotland Yard? Excuse me, gentlemen, keeping you waiting. — Exchange! all right — Scotland Yard — Hullo! Is that Scotland Yard? — Is Detective Parker round there? — Can I speak to him? — I shall have done in a moment, gentlemen. — Hullo! is that you, Mr. Parker? Lord Peter would be much obliged if you could find it convenient to step down to Salisbury, sir. Oh, no, sir, he's in excellent health, sir — just stepped round to hear Evensong, sir — oh, no, I think to-morrow morning would do excellently, sir, thank you, sir.»