"We have the beginnings of something here, Whyson," said Trowelms, examining what we had discovered in the previous two adventures.
"Indeed, Trowelms, but what is it that we have?" I enquired.
"I do not know, as yet, but I'm sure things will become clearer after our next adventure. What do you think of this?" Trowelms asked, as he handed me a rectangular piece of card.
"It appears to be a calling card," I replied, very aware that I was stating the obvious.
"Yes, yes, but what else do you see?" Trowelms, as always, was impatient with my inability to deduce at the same level as he.
"It has the letter 'G', followed by three numbers, and a circle containing a picture of a red-headed man holding a pistol." Again, I was stating the obvious.
"Does this not mean anything to you, Whyson?" He wheezed (he really needed to take on fewer cases of this complexity). I looked at the master detective blankly and shrugged my shoulders.
"Why, it's the calling card of the Red-Headed Spy! Come, Watson, you must have heard of this fiend!"
I shook my head and said that the name was unknown to me. "And what has he to do with the case?" I asked.
"I found this card on the way to finding the last clue. It could mean that he is behind our mystery, or it could mean…"
"Yes, Trowelms?"
"No, that is too awful to contemplate. We need more facts and jumping to conclusions is not the way to go. Come, Whyson, let us away to the Red-Headed Spy's part of the world. There we may find something to our benefit!"