Gonnard gazed at him incredulously, his head unconsciously wagging
from side to side. "You don't? But ... but you are ... are a
detective."
Gunzi shrugged his shoulders. "Nevertheless, friend, I have searched
Aszod from end to end, I who know it so well, but I have not traced
the White Knight. There is not a building I have not visited, not a
single source of supply which I have not tapped, yet in vain. How
can I describe him? No one knows what he is like."
"The telegram he sent me! I forwarded it on to you."
"I got some sort of description--enough, in fact, for me to track the
sender."
"What!" Gonnard sat up. At the sudden suggestion of a possible
success on Gunzi's part a remnant of his courage returned, and hope
gleamed from his eyes. "You have tracked him? You arrested him?"