Since yesterday morning, when the last of these dastardly murders was committed, no reliable clue to the perpetrator, or perpetrators, has been obtained, though several arrests were made in the course of the day.

In every case, however, those arrested were able to prove a satisfactory alibi." And then, a little lower down: "The excitement grows and grows.

It is not too much to say that even a stranger to London would know that something very unusual was in the air.

As for the place where the murder was committed last night--" "Last night!" thought Mrs.Bunting, startled; and then she realised that "last night," in this connection, meant the night before last.
She began the sentence again: "As for the place where the murder was committed last night, all approaches to it were still blocked up to a late hour by hundreds of onlookers, though, of course, nothing now remains in the way of traces of the tragedy." Slowly and carefully Mrs.Bunting folded the paper up again in its original creases, and then she stooped and put it back down on the mat where she had found it.

She then turned out the gas, and going back into bed she lay down by her still sleeping husband.
"Anything the matter ?" Bunting murmured, and stirred uneasily.
"Anything the matter, Ellen ?" She answered in a whisper, a whisper thrilling with a strange gladness, "No, nothing, Bunting--nothing the matter! Go to sleep again, my dear." They got up an hour later, both in a happy, cheerful mood.