"They are coiners on a large scale, and have used the machine to form the amalgam which has taken the place of silver." "We have known for some time that a clever gang was at work," said the inspector.

"They have been turning out half-crowns by the thousand.

We even traced them as far as Reading, but could get no farther, for they had covered their traces in a way that showed that they were very old hands.

But now, thanks to this lucky chance, I think that we have got them right enough." But the inspector was mistaken, for those criminals were not destined to fall into the hands of justice.

As we rolled into Eyford Station we saw a gigantic column of smoke which streamed up from behind a small clump of trees in the neighbourhood and hung like an immense ostrich feather over the landscape.
"A house on fire ?" asked Bradstreet as the train steamed off again on its way.
"Yes, sir!" said the station-master.
"When did it break out ?" "I hear that it was during the night, sir, but it has got worse, and the whole place is in a blaze." "Whose house is it ?" "Dr.Becher's." "Tell me," broke in the engineer, "is Dr.Becher a German, very thin, with a long, sharp nose ?" The station-master laughed heartily.