Chapter 14

“Then,” said Thorndyke, picking up the flattened cigarette, “let us have a look at his tobacco-pouch.” As the officer produced and opened the pouch, Thorndyke neatly cut open the cigarette with his sharp pocket-knife. “Now,” said he, “what kind of tobacco is in the pouch?” The inspector took out a pinch, looked at it and smelt it distastefully. “It’s one of those stinking tobaccos,” he said, “that they put in mixtures—Latakia, I think.” “And what is this?” asked Thorndyke, pointing to the open cigarette. “Same stuf…