Somebody who wanted to do me a good turn may have given this man my address." "Possible," said Spargo.

"But he wouldn't have come to consult you at midnight.

Breton!--the more I think of it, the more I'm certain there's a tremendous mystery in this affair! That's why I got the chief to let me write it up as I have done--here.

I'm hoping that this photograph--though to be sure, it's of a dead face--and this facsimile of the scrap of paper will lead to somebody coming forward who can----" Just then one of the uniformed youths who hang about the marble pillared vestibule of the _Watchman_ office came into the room with the unmistakable look and air of one who carries news of moment.
"I dare lay a sovereign to a cent that I know what this is," muttered Spargo in an aside.

"Well ?" he said to the boy.