Then, calling Cavendish, a tall, fair young man, who had now recovered from his touch of fever and had returned to the Consulate, he commenced to check the number of those adhesive stamps, rather larger than ordinary postage-stamps, used in the Consular service for the registration of fees received by the Foreign Office.

The values were from sixpence to one pound, and they were kept in a portfolio.
After a long calculation the Consul suddenly raised his face to me and said-- "Then six ten shilling ones have been taken!" "Why?
There must be some motive!" "They are of no use to anyone except to Consuls," he explained.

"Perhaps they were wanted to affix to some false certificate.

See," he added, opening the portfolio, "there were six stamps here, and all are gone." "But they would have to be obliterated by the Consular stamp," remarked Cavendish.
"Ah! of course," exclaimed Hutcheson, taking out the brass seal from the safe and examining it minutely.

"By Jove!" he cried a second later, "it's been used! They've stamped some document with it.