"My friends, if I were hiding from the police, do you know where I should hide? In a prison!"
"What?"
"You are seeking Monsieur Davenheim in order to put him in prison, so you never dream of looking to see if he may not be already there!"
"What do you mean?"
"You tell me Madame Davenheim is not a very intelligent woman. Nevertheless I think that if you took her to Bow Street and confronted her with the man Billy Kellett, she would recognize him! In spite of the fact that he has shaved his beard and moustache and those bushy eyebrows, and has cropped his hair close. A woman nearly always knows her husband, though the rest of the world may be deceived!"
"Billy Kellett? But he's known to the police!"
"Did I not tell you Davenheim was a clever man? He prepared his alibi long beforehand. He was not in Buenos Ayres last autumn—he was creating the character of Billy Kellett, 'doing three months,' so that the police should have no suspicions when the time came. He was playing, remember, for a large fortune, as well as
