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‘ one Bir Antbony iy og @ millionaire banker tor eraser ov une Comberinnd felle to talk mith artist named Kieie, who ls weeding wrecks there, After Uyde's departure Klein's Randiew body is found in the cottage, and near It Diavimailing |iter addressed to Gyde Mean time ©; to bis Lomdew house, vat at CHAPTER V. (Comtinaed.) The Problem. “ ELL, to be sure,” said the W woman in an interested voice. “And what's he been doing? [f he's the men you mean he came here with @ letter trom Mr. Kolbecker usking me to let him use Mr. Kolbecker’s room for the night,” “ani” “Have you the Igtter ho brought?” “No; he kept | “How long has Mr. Kolbecker been heret” “Bome etx months, off and on, out for the last six weeks he has been up fm Cumbérland.” “Ah!” sald Freyberger, derland! becker?” “He's an artist.” “An artist?” “Ob, he's all right. He pays his ‘way regular. Keeps on his room and eends me the money for it every fort- nit regular.” “Have you any of his letters?” “I billeve I've got the last.” She ‘went to a drawef and hunted amid some odds and ends. “Here it 1s; no, ‘tis only the en- velope.” “Give me the envelope,” said Frey- berger. It was a narrow shabby- looking envelope, addreased Jo, o “in Cum- What ts ho, this Mr. Kol- eurious-looking handwri:i ng. It was postmarked = “Skirwith," ‘Carliply yind fLonton, W. Cc." ere “This ,ts Mr. Kolbecker's bandwrit- ing?” asked the detective “Tt ta." , ‘ “T must keep this envetdpe, please. From Information {n-our hands, Mr Kolbecker went to ive In Cumber- land, took a cottage there under’ the name of Klein; ho was murdoed yesterday evening in a cottage on Blencarn Fell.” “Murdered!” gasped the wontan. “Yes, murdered, and the man whu called bere last night and slept in his room was, we believe, the man who murdered him." Raa a the woman when she could recover her breath, “you may gee his room and welcome if that Is all, but there's nothing much to see, for he took all his things with him when he went to Cumberland.” Sho led the way up three flights of Stairs, Freyberger noting everything as he followed, The woman opened the door of the top floor front. “This ts the room," she sald. It was very bare; a bed stood in one corner and a chest of drawers, with a look- ing-glass on top of it, in the win- dow, But there was nothing at all to tell of the personality of tho indie vidual who had last occupied it. ‘The two top drawers of the bureau were empty, but the large milidie drawer was heavy and difficult to pull out, It was nearly filled with pieces of marbie. Froyberger whistled, “Mr. Kolbecker said that wasn't to be touched on no account,” said the woman. “It's an old marble thing be broke up ‘fore he went into the coun- try.” Freyberger did not reply. He was examining the pieces of marble at- tenv ely. Torr were not simply rough lumps of marble; each was rough in part and partly smooth, and he had not been examining them for more than half a minute when he discovered tho fact that they were portions of a bust broken to pieces by Kolbecker, for g@ome reason or other, before he made his mysterious journey to Cumber- Jand under the name of Klein. Freyberger carried away the frag- ments and hurried with them to the shop of Antonides, an old Greek an- tiquary. By paying a stiff price he induced the Greek to promise to put together the broken pieces a8 soon as * possible, restoring the bust to its former completeness, “Well, Freyberger,” suid the chief as Freyberger returned to Scotland bad Fess “what news have you it large The Cottage on the Fells One of the Strangest Detective Storize Ever Written By H. De Vere Stacpoole (Author of “The Edtp of Corel,” %0.) The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday. October 27 — THE SEA, THE LAND AND THE AIR |.22t7t%is2,{ By Robert Minor] “First,” parries Freyberger, “have Coutts's explained the handwriting of Sir Anthony?” “Sir Anthony went in, signed a re- ceipt for the delivery of the parcel! bis wife's jewels, which fecelpt was handed to the manager, who released the jewels. “The receipt was written before and handed to a man who knew Sir Anthony Gyde perfectly well. He asked Sir Anthuny would be care to see the manager personally. Sir An- thony repiied no, that he was in a hurry. The man, one of the chief clerks, is prepared té swear on that it was Sir Anthony Gyde who signed the receipt, and nv other. The chief cashier received the receipt from the manager's room, glanced at it, and passed it. Not long ago, on our applying to him to glance at It again and make sure, he has done ao. He says he is sure that it is Sir An- thony’s handwriti: but there is something @bout it that he can't make out; that It Is not a forgery ho ‘es certuin, but all the same, there ix sumetiing @oout it strange to him, some fine difference to the ordinary writing of Sir Anthony. “He ways he would cash a check! on the signature without a momen: » hesitation; you know, in a forgery, it} is the javish imitation and conse. quent cramping that marks thing; no man’s handwriting is ex- actly alike twice, Well, this thing ts no slavish imitation of Gyde's hand- writing; It is his, flowing and easy, and written under the eye of a cle All th® same, there is something about It strange. Gyde, it would ap pear, must have been in a totally dif- ferent frame of mind to what he has ever been before tn his life when hv. wrote that aignature. Freyberger listened attentively. an! then proceeded to give the results of his Investigation, speaking clearly and to the point. He told how Gyde had hired th: cab and driven to Howland street, presented a letter from Kolbecker ad occupied his room; how Kolbeck ir had lived in Cumberland for the li. t six weeks and had been paying for h.s room in London, sending several pog- tal orders to his,landiady, “I have secured the envelope of the last of these fetters,” he sald, taking the en velore from his pocket. *“Give'tt to me," said the chief. -vide-glaneed at it, and a change came over his face. ( “Pile \Ghiet Constable of Cumber- jand hag sent me, with splendit promptithde, the blackmailing letters of “Kiel,” he said. “They arrived only half an hour ago by special m wenger. Here they are, afd the hand- writing of Kolbecker Is' the hand- writing of Klein.” There could be no doubt; all three documents were in the samo weird, extraordinary hand, “Gyde,” sald Inspector Frost, “be- fore he murdered his man must have got him to write that letter. One can understand him, having the murder in his mind, being wishful to have some hole or corner to hide tn during the night. He could not stay the night at Piecadilly, knowing that at ent he might be arrested.” said Freyberger, “he wont morning to his bankers—an next equally dangerous proceeding.” “The thing that strikes me," said Inspector Dewhurst, “is why did he fo to the Piccadilly house at all? We know he tovok his jewels with him, but the jewels came vp with him from the north, He could have easily tak- en possession of his Jewel case, sent his man on home with the rest of the luggage, telling him that he would not be back till the morning, and then have disappeared.” “If he had done that,” said Frey- berger, “the valet, Lelotr, would now be alive, and not dead of terror.” There was a moment's silence, “Again,” said Inspector Long, a man with a black beard, seated near one of the windo ‘that head found in the cupboard, It Is not Klein's, for Klein was a clean shaven man, We know, from the evidence of a chambermatd, that there was nothing In the cup- board the day before, It must have been put there during the night; therefore it must have been put there by either Gyde or his valet, for they alone were in the room, therefore they must have brought it from the north. We know for certain that a man was murdered and decapitated in the north by Sir Anthony Gyde; there ts not a hole in the evidence, the boy ts per- fectly bellevable; he is borne out by half a dozen witnesses who saw the motor car going and coming, and by the headless corpse of Klein, Well, then, did Sir Anthony bring two heads in that bag with him, the he * af K in’ ad ..e one we found, wham ts so tre sgelz like his own?” ‘There was another silence, and then Freyberger spoke, telling of tho pleces of marble he had found In the drawer and how he had taken chem to Antonidas to be reconstructed, ‘T did it on my own responaibility,” he sald, “knowing the desperate ur- gency of the matter; to-morrow will eee what the thing represents.” hl ! the! @ retina, exposed it and got « reuit He ceased, for a knock came to the door and an officer entered with a paper in his hand, “Report of the post-mortem examination of the budy in the Gyde case, sir, just tele- graphed from Carlis! “Give it me,” said the chief. He took the paper, and the officer with- drew. “‘Body of a fairly well-nourished man, dressed in gray tweed—clothos slashed with @ denifer but ne wounde; | Head jeviggnieys found on the by removed by a sit ed hnatomiat—Ha! severe? from neck whero atlis meets occipital bone, ligamentum nuchae divided at a single stroke.’ This, so far from clearing matt casts everything into a deeper dark- ness.” He paused o moment, and then went on, . “We have .incontro- vertible evidence that yesterday afternoon Sir Anthony Gyde calied upon the man Klein at a cottage on Blencarn Fell, in Cumberland; that he stayed there an hour and left with a black bag in his hand, Now, mark you, this boy, Lewthwaite, had his eye on the cottage the whole time. A very few minutes after Sir Anthony's departure he peeped through the window and saw the murdered body of Kieln lying upon the floor. The whole mana of evi- dence goes to show that there were only two men concerned in this tragedy, Gyde and Klein, for Lew- thwaite saw no one In the room.” “Might a third man have been in hiding In an upstairs room?” put in Inspector Long. “He might, but It is highly tm- probable, Besjdes, we have no use for a third man, for the crux of the thing is this: Gyde murdered Klein and decapitated him, The head found in the cupboard was the head re- moved from Klein's body; we are al- most bound to eve this, from the two aurgeons’ reports as to the man- ner of decapitation—well, the head removed from the body of Klein was not Kitin’s head, for, leaving small pointe aside, Klein was a clean- shaven man and the head was the head of a bearded man. “We can say now, almost for a cer- tainty, that Klein has not been mur- dered, and that the real victim Is @ man extraordinarily like Gyde, the supposed murderer; more, several people have given evidence that the head ts that of Gyd “I believe,” said Freyberger, Sir Anthony Gyde 1s innocent,” “that CHAPTER VI. The Face on the Retina. R. GUSTAVUS MURRELL lived in Sackville atreet, Piccadilly. He was a man of private means, and he posressed a medical practice that brought him in about a thousand a year, Freyberger arrived at Sackville street about six, and found Dr, Mur- rell at home, The doctor was in his study, going over hia case book, and he bade his visitor be seated. “You have called about the case I saw this morning, I suppose?" said Dr. Murrell, “Well, I have done what 1 said I would do. I have already re. moved the right eye, stripped thi the picture is at present the cise of a sixpense; mv man te at work on ft now; it 1s being reproduced and mar: nified enormously, under the rays of a 6,000 candle-power arc-light. if you will walt a few! minutes f will show you the result, larger than a cabinet-sized photograph.” As he spoke an assistant entered, carrying a photograph; Freyberger and the doctor bent over it. Tt wan a large gray-colored platino- KSWitg’& blurred and misty ye the picture of a human tage. | It was the face the sight of which bad killed from sheer terror the valet Leloir. “That is the remit,” said the doc- tor, Inying the photograph on a table nearby. Freyberger qmoistened his lips. “Bearcely pretty,” said Dr. Murrell. taking a cigarette from a box nearby and offering his companion one. “Tt la a face to give ene pause.” 14 Freyberger, Hhting his clearette In @ meditative manner. “I'm sure of this.” eald Dr, Murrell. leaning back neainst the mantelpiece and ginncing aldewava at the thing on the table, “that helf of the impres- aston that thing maken upon me fs caused by the fact that T have .the knowledae of how it was obtained. “The tact of finding a man dead of terror and then Anding that pleture on his retina, Ia, T think part of the reason why I feel—nretty sick.” “It's bad enough,” sald Frey- berger, bending over the table and staring at the thing. “The other part of the reason ts the thing itself.” Freyberger continued gazing with- out a word. “You seem in love with it.” “LT am studying it, stripping it of all tt@oaccessories, This Is the por- trait bf a human face; it belonged to & person who was in the bedroom of Sir Anthony Gyde just before the donth of Leloir; the sight of It killed Leloir, we may jresume, from shock, “Well, presumptions are soinctimes wrong. “Expiain yourself.” “Well,” went on tha other, “from the expression on this face I con- struct the following hypothesis. Le- lolr suddenly entered his master's bedroom and found a stranger there, & stranger to whom the face whone pleture we see here belonged. He surprised him, perhaps, committing some act, to which we have no elue; anyhow, he surprised him. Hence the expression “I can understand that causing the expression of alarm. How about the feroctous hatred we see he: “Mark you," sald Freyberger, aia not say terior, I said alarm. If you have ever alarmed # man and been attacked by him, you will understand how closely allied alarm and hatred of the moat ferocious description may be, I have experienced the fact sev- eral times, | assure you, In the course of my professional work." “T can imagine so.’ “Well, granting my suppositios continued the other, “we may ask jureelves, what wae this man doing whee Leloir.curpriced him? It was Rot the face of the eresture thes Iied Laloir with shock, we may presume, but the act he was committing. What was that act?” “Trying to murder Gyde, perhaps, since it is known that Gyde was in the bedroom after the secretary heard that scream, which was evidently the scream of Leloir dyin “1 have quite cast Gyde out of my mind,” said Freyberger. “I have quite come to the conclusion that Gyde has no more to do with this whole case than the child unborn, | am firmly convinced—mind, 1 say this to you privatelythat Che only criminal in this case is the man whom Gyde 19 supposed to have murdered, that ts to say, the artist Klein alias Kolbecker. “I believe this face to be a portrait of Kiel “I have no earthly Idea yet of the full devilish ingenuity of the thing, but J feel ansured that, whoever was murdered in the cottage on the fells of Cumberland, Klein Is the murderer. Gyde may be alive, Gyde may be dead, but I fee! assured of thin, that Klein murdered a man, and has ar- ranged mattera so that the public be- eve tht he ie the victim and Gyde the assagsin. Now I must go, for there fs muoh work to be done. May I take this portrait with me? It Is most important,” In Piccadiny Freyberxer hatled a cab and drove to Howland street, to the house he had visited that after- fioon, On the way he reviewed many things ip his mind. He already had @ theory. The theory that Gyde was Innocent and Klein was the assassin; he had also & suspicion that Gyde was dead. Arrived at the house, he showed the photograph to the landlady and her busband. The woman looked at It “Do you recognize it?” “No."" Freyberge® felt @ chill of disap- pointment. “And yet," she sald. “You?” “1 dunno—I wouldn't Wasn't—but it's different.” “Yen, yen; of course, that picture would got represent him in his ordi nary «tate of mind; but if he were terribly angry about somethin= might his face be like that?” @ never seen Mr. Kolbecker put always most civil he was and id hie way regular; he wasn’t @ beauty, but I never found him any- thing but a gent!eman.” “You think this miglt possibly be & portrait of Mr. Kolbecker?” “Well, I couldn't awear to it," suid she, fixing her gaze again upon the thing. "At first, when you asked me, I'4 have said not, but when I look longer it seems to me there's a like- ness, but if you wish to sen what he was really like I can show you bia photograph.” “Hie photograph! Why did you not tell me you had one? “Bocause you never anked.” “Of course, of course, it was my fault: but please, if you will be se kind, let me see it.” She left the room, and returned with a mall photograph in her hand, Freyberger almost snatched It from her, held tt under the lamp and ex- amined it. Is waa somewhat teded, and ot the swear it bottom of the card annenrea the pho- tographer’s name and address. Gurtard, 110 Moulewird Bi. Michel, Paris.” He examined the face, It was a face to give a physlogno- mist (to use Freyberger’s ex preasion) pause, A face quite impossibie to de- neribe. One mitht say that she éheek bones were abnormally flat and the face very wide across them. That the nose was terribly pinched at the root; that the eyes were somewhat of the Mongolian type: all this would sive no Idea of the phystognomy upon which Freyberger’s eyes were fixed, It was a repulsive face, even in re- pose, and the most distinctive thing about it wan tho expression, an ex- preasion cold and evil. Betwen this faded photograph and the retinal picture there lay a world of difference, all tho difference be- tween a landsctipe seen tn the calm of a still winter's day and the same “ landacape tempest torn; yet they were pictures of the same person, and of this Freyberger felt sure. He turned the back of the photo- graph to the light and examined It There was no writing upon it; and yet, on closer examination, there were some indistinct acratches on the upper part, as though pencil writing had once been there and erased, On closer examination atill, he could just make out what seamed a capital M, and close to the M some letters vaguely dented Into the abiny card by the pressure of the pencil that had written whatever had been written and erased. “Thank you," said Freyberger, when he had finished his inspection of the thing. his photograph Im very in- teresting, and it may help us c siderably in our works May I keep am He wrote out a receipt on a sheet of vaper torn from bis notebook, and with the photograph in his possession left the house. When he reached the Yard It was a ttle after 12. ‘The chief was absent, matching a few hours’ sleep possibly, afier a day of fourteen hours’ solid work, in which the consideration of the Gyde cano had been only an tem. Inspector Dennison war in, and Freyberger faund bim aud put the ® he had collected In bis “There 1s something on the back of this photograph 1 want to examine more attentively,” suid Mreyberger. “Something has been written with « pencil; the writing has ween rubbed out, but the dent remaina Have you 4 lone, not @ too powerful ong?” Dennison produced one from aw drawer, and his companion took it and proceeded to examine the marks, “can make out ap M, there is then A Space, over the space there are two dots, a little further along occu an 1, followed by—tn It a tor an it Ab! yes, it must be an |, though the loop is very indistinct; then occure ani without @ dot and anr, Thu wm, Met" “That doesn't tell much,” satd Den- nison, “No,” replied Freyberger, “but it tells me one thing,” “What ta that?’ “That whate: was written was not written im English.” | berger, ,quary's shop. | Dleted. Antonides showed it to bim. I Fa S eareeeaanmanead “How oo?” “Those two accentuating dots are never used in English.” “I don’t know of any language,” sald Freyberger, contemplatively, “in which the combination Ilir might oc- cur commonly; lir ts, of course, com. mon; Ilir most uncommon; suppose it ie ane, though there in no per- coptivis loop=-tier.” to me as uncommon as id Dennison. Freyberger snatche’ a pen and wrote In large letters apon a sheet of paper— “Muller “By Jove, yes,” might be tt." Freyberger called up the Paris police on the long distance telephone and asked several questions, A few houre later he got a fully reply. “Gassard, of No. 110 Boulevard St- Michel, sold his business three years ago. March 10, 1%, ho left Paris, We bave no trace of him. Ho was succeeded by Mime, ——, @ modiste.” ‘Luck is against us,” said Frey- hanging up the receiver. “Never mind, we have the name, and a name is a good deal in a case like this.” " paid Dennison, “that F REY BERG arrived, and no further CHAPTER VII. The Bust Restored. times next morning, having called at the Yard and found his chief not yet newn concerning the Gyde case, he betook himself to the Greek antl- The bust was com- It was unquestionably a bust of Mir Anthony Gyde, “You knew Bir Anthony well?” asked Freyberger. “L knew him for year Greek, “for years; this, Mr. Freyberger, I don’t believe that man could have committed a murder unlesa he went mad.” “Why not?” “He had not the eyes of a mur- derer, the cheek-bones of a murderer, or the thumbe of a murderer,” Freyberger paid the bill and re- turned to the Yard. He felt himself a atep nearer to that unseen adver- sary whose subtieties he was disclos- ing piecemeal, Why had Kolbecker # bust of Bir Anthony Gyde In his possession, a bust most possibly constructed by himself? Why had he destroyed it? The chief received Freyberger and his evidence, and complimented him on what he had done, ‘ “We have little else,” seid he. jothing material has turned up, only Gydo called at Smith & Wil- the Jewellers, in Regent yesterday, signed a check for ten pounds and got them to cash It. He called shortly after ten. That is to say, a few minutes after he left Coutta's” “Good Heavens,” said Freyberger, “when will the wonders of this case cease? He had just left Coutts's, where he could have cashed @ check for five hundred, and he goes Into a doweller'e nd cashes « check for He hurried to the jewellers’ and asked for the manager. The latter's tale was that at 10.15 or 10,20 A, M. the preceding day Sir Anthony ner well known to the firm, entered the shop and asked him (Mr, Freeman, the manager) to cash a check for ten pounds. Sir Anthony too& his check book from his pocket and wrote out a check for ten pounds, payable to himself, indorsed it, and handed tt to him, Freeman, who cashed {t, giving gold. “I should like to see the check,” sald Freyberger, The manager produced it. Gyde replied the and mark you It was uncross “Have you presented it for pay- ment yet?” asked the detective, “Of course not, else it would not @ 4 grim suspicion that it would.” "What do you mean?’ “It inean that [ believe it to be a They took a hansom, and neither of them spoke a word till they drew up at Coutts’m The manager there, an aristocratic looking man with long white hands side whiskers and @ buld bead, turned over the check In ao tative mao- ner, “This check Is perfectly in ore der,” he sald “This Kentleman seoma to think otherwise.” said Freem| “Decidedly,” said Preyberger. “T am unacquainted with Sir Anthony Gyde's bandwriting, but I have every reason to believe the signature on that check to be a forgery." rouse me," sald the manager, your authority—you are?” “Inspector Freyberger of Scotland Yard.” “Ahl" He rang the bell and or- dered the chief cashier to be calied, “Mr. 6-—." said the manager, when Next Week's Complete Novel in THE EVENING WORLD, a Bracelet By David Potter Tots Book on the S'a aii Cat reasi. 25. VorGet lt for 6 ev, sten ey “ that functionary appeared, are here a check of Sir Anthony G: bf cast your eye unon it and tell would you cash it were it to you in the ordinary course of ness?” The chief cashier cast his eve the check just once, r “I would cash It,” he replied. - “It is, In your opinion, the "% of Sir Anthony Gyder” ‘mg “Yen, sir.” p “Thank you,” sald the maneail and the cashier withdrew. 4 “Considering,” said Freeman, “iat I have the pen in my pocket which T sawgSir Anthony write check, I wodld have been § Presenting the thi for notwithstanding the doubt cast it by this man,” Indicating er; “but he was so sure thet 1% companied him here, losing preciéeey time in the transaction. 1 sented care that the matter Is represent his supertons at New Scotland ¥. “Oh.” said Freyberger, whe hat been plunged for om mom thonght, and who stemed quite livious to the tnsulting remark uttered. “You have the pen in pocket, have you, with which Str , thony wrote this check? Please j duce {t." Freeman produced it with ‘a ecole” passionate smile. He wag p a feel almost sorry for ‘e'nan be brought to confusion. v yerkerger’ 'n steel gray eyes sparkled — for a second when be saw the pea. It was a stylograph, not a fountate, He wrote a few words on a place of paper with the pen, and then ham@- 4 it, with Sir Anthony's check, to the manager. ¢ “Could thone two’ writings have come from the point of the same phn?” he asked. “Oh, dear, no,” said the “This,” pointing to Freyberger’s jog, “is written with a stylograph; this,” pointing to the check of ir Anthony, “is written with an ordinary pen, The writing varies in thictoete: : It In quite clear.” “Quite,” sald Freyberger. a Freeman flew into a rage. “You - mean to suspect me"—— he cried. muspect you of nothing,” sal@ Freyberger; “if I did I would take into,custody, You have bees at imposed upon. That check of Anthony Gyde's is genuine. This’ what has happened. A person you took for Sir Anthony Gyde ape; tered your shop yesterday 1 He had In his pocket « stolen of Sir Anthony's, “He asked you to cash a check; fou « consented, and lent him your pes, He took a check book from his and wrote, or pretended to write, out’ @ check for ten pounds. He never ve you that check; by a aleight of, hand, simple enough, he gave you genuine check, and you cashed it’ “But why,” sald the manager, "M6. he, go to all this trouble? Why he not simply walk Into Mr. Freeman's place of business and yf ‘I have a check of mine here for pounds; will you cash tt for me’ hh “I suspect,” paid Freyberger, hal! = he wished to confuse the police, Be wished to make us believe that Sir Anthony Gyde was altve and well at 10.20 A, M. yesterday morning. The © fact that he wrote that check at 30 o'clock yesterday morning would, Z'” confess, have helped to shake a cer- tain theory that I have concerning the case.” “But surely," sald the manager, ‘Sir Anthony ds alive, It ts a di ful business, but T gather, from tq papers, tliat) he is alive and searched for.” “That is ag may berger. Then, suddenly, hallo! what's this?” He selaed the check from the tadjario™ “It only shows how limited QuP rom | powers of perception are, and how, ad In fixing one’s eyes upon one part ef a thing, one loses sight of anoth Mi To-day ig the eighth of the cae What day of the month was y day, Mr. reeman?" “qe seventh,” said Freeman, imal 1% sulky tone. pnewe ‘And tls check is dated the stati In considering the sill "| nature they had overlooked the fact ‘ k was antedated. we} It was so. that the ch 1 thin onde sail Freybverger, this fact contirms my suspicion thie the check was not written yesterday in Mesors, Suiith & Wilkinson’e You may be right,” said Free- t 1 will swear that the per- ave me that check was Sip. yny Gyde.” man, son whe Ant Ah, Mr, Freeman,” sald Hiden in @ bitter tone of yoice, “if you by “eh only eyamined that check properly elf # 0 al ; you had only said to yourself, Teena could not possibly have been writ with my stylograph,’ if you had Jumped across the counter and Sir Anthony Gyde, as you call you would have helped justice a long way down ao dificult road, But are a tradesman, suspicious ‘to the needy, unsuspiclous toward rich, Well, no matter—we will req your evidence Meanwhile, giving the bank @ Be 9a b: