And what did suspicion suggest to the inquiring mind in South-Western Ireland, before the suppression of the Land League?
Unquestionably---Police! On the way back to his employer, the banker's clerk paid a visit to an old friend--a journalist by profession, and a man of varied learning and experience as well.

Invited to inspect the remarkable morsel of paper, and to discover the object with which the perforations had been made, the authority consulted proved to be worthy of the trust reposed in him.

Dennis left the newspaper office an enlightened man--with information at the disposal of Sir Giles, and with a sense of relief which expressed itself irreverently in these words: "Now I have got him!" The bewildered banker looked backwards and forwards from the paper to the clerk, and from the clerk to the paper.

"I don't understand it," he said.

"Do you ?" Still preserving the appearance of humility, Dennis asked leave to venture on a guess.