Miss La Baum is her last name." "You told her nothing further that did not come out at the inquest ?" Valois hesitated.
"Maybe I did, miss," he admitted nervously.

"She questioned me about losing my job, and her questions brought things into my mind that I might never have thought of otherwise.

And at last I came to believe that it wasn't Mr.Frederick who was dead at all." The valet's last remark was crashing in its effect.
Miss Donovan's eyes dilated with eagerness and amazement.
"Not Frederick Cavendish! Mr.Valois, tell me--why ?" The other's voice fell to a whisper.
"Frederick Cavendish, miss," he said hollowly, "had a scar on his chest--from football, he once told me--and the man we laid out, well, of course his body was a bit burned, but he appeared to have no scar at all!" "You know that ?" demanded the girl, frightened by the import of the revelation.
"Yes, miss.

The assistant in the undertaking rooms said so, too.
Doubting my own mind, I asked him.

The man we laid out had no scar on his chest." Miss Donovan sprang suddenly to her feet.
"Mr.Valois," she said breathlessly, "you come and tell that story to my city editor, and he'll see that you get a job--and a real one.