As things were, it seemed unlikely that any relations of Braden would now turn up.

The Wrychester Paradise case, as the reporters had aptly named it, had figured largely in the newspapers, London and provincial; it could scarcely have had more publicity--yet no one, save this bank-manager, had come forward.

If there had been any one to come forward the bank-manager's evidence would surely have proved an incentive to speed--for there was a sum of ten thousand pounds awaiting John Braden's next-of-kin.

In Bryce's opinion the chance of putting in a claim to ten thousand pounds is not left waiting forty-eight hours--whoever saw such a chance would make instant use of telegraph or telephone.

But no message from anybody professing relationship with the dead man had so far reached the Wrychester police.
When everything had been taken into account, Bryce saw no better clue for the moment than that suggested by Ambrose Campany--Barthorpe.
Ambrose Campany, bookworm though he was, was a shrewd, sharp fellow, said Bryce--a man of ideas.