For I'm certain of this--that pocket-book and its contents was examined on the spot, and that examination could only have been made with a light, and an electric torch would be the handiest means of providing that light.

And so--so you see how even a little clue like that might help, eh ?" "I'll see to it," assented the superintendent.

"Well, it's all very queer, sir, and I'm getting more than ever convinced that we've laid hands on the wrong man.

And yet--what could, and what can we do ?" "Oh, nothing, at present," replied Brereton.

"Let matters develop.
They're only beginning." He went away then, not to think about the last subject of conversation, but to take out his own pocket-book as soon as he was clear of the police-station, and to write down that entry which he had seen in Kitely's memoranda:--_M.