As the boat passed under him Cleggett saw on the cover page of the magazine a picture of the very man who was perusing it.

It was a singularly urbane face; both the counterfeit presentment on the cover page and the real face were smiling and calm and benign.
Cleggett could read the legend on the magazine cover accompanying the picture.

It ran: Wilton Barnstable Tells In this Issue the Inside Story of How he Broke up the Gigantic Smuggling Conspiracy.
At that instant the man dropped the magazine and looked Cleggett full in the face.

He waved his arm in a meaning gesture in the direction in which Loge had disappeared and said, with a gentle shake of his head at Cleggett, as if he were chiding a naughty child: "When thieves fall out--! When thieves fall out, my dear sir!" As he swept by he resumed his magazine with the pleased air of a man who has delivered himself of a brilliant epigram; it showed in his very shoulders.
"And that," murmured Cleggett, "is Wilton Barnstable, the great detective!".