As I told you before, I am something of a newspaper man myself; and if, with the facilities of getting into any room in any house, in any city and in any country, and being with a suspected criminal night and day when he never imagines any one is near him--if with all those advantages I cannot discover the real author of that crime before George Stratton does, then I'll never admit that I came from Chicago, or belonged to a newspaper." "Whom do you think Stratton suspects of the crime?
He told the sheriff," said Brenton, "that he had the name in his pocket-book." "I don't know," said Speed, "but I have my suspicions.

You see, he has the names of all the guests at your banquet in that pocket-book of his; but the name of Stephen Roland he has marked with two crosses.

The name of the servant he has marked with one cross.

Now, I suspect that he believes Stephen Roland committed the crime.

You know Roland; what do you think of him ?" "I think he is quite capable of it," answered Brenton, with a frown.
"Still, you are prejudiced against the man," put in Speed, "so your evidence is hardly impartial." "I am not prejudiced against any one," answered Brenton; "I merely know that man.