year of exporting hashish to Egypt in faked packing-cases which contained pottery ware, ostensibly, but had false bottoms filled with cakes of hashish”…
“But,” began Dr. Cumberly…
“But because he came before a silly bench,” snapped Dunbar, his eyes flashing angrily, “he got off with a fine—a heavy one, certainly, but he could well afford to pay it. It is that kind of judicial folly which ties the hands of Scotland Yard!”
“What makes you so confident that this is the man?” asked the physician.
“He was convicted under the name of G. Ionagis,” replied the detective; “which I believe to be either his real name or his real name transposed. Do you follow me? I. Gianapolis is Ionagis Gianapolis, and G. Ionagis is Gianapolis Ionagis. I was not associated with the hashish case; he stored the stuff in a china warehouse within the city precincts, and at that time he did not come within my sphere. But I looked into it privately, and I could see that the prosecution was merely skimming the surface; we are only beginning to get down to the depths now.”
Dr. Cumberly raised his hand to his head in a distracted manner.
“Surely,” he said, and he was evidently exercising a great restraint upon himself—“surely we’re wasting time. The office in Globe Road should be raided without delay. No stone should be left unturned to effect the immediate arrest of this man
