I can't make head nor tail of it." "He had the papers, of course ?" "Sewn in the lining of his coat," Coulson muttered.

"You read about that in tonight's papers.

The lining was torn and the space empty.

He had them all right when he left the steamer." The young man looked around; the room was still empty.
"I'm fresh in this," he said.

"I got some information this afternoon, and the chief sent me over to see you on account of it.