SHOW ME THE MAN WHO WORE THOSE BOOTS The remains of the unhappy club man were buried on the following day as reverently as those of a club man can be.

None followed him to the grave except a few morbid curiosity-seekers, who rode on top of the hearse.
The great city turned again to its usual avocations.

The unfathomable mystery was dismissed from the public mind.
Meantime Transome Kent was on the trail.

Sleepless, almost foodless, and absolutely drinkless, he was everywhere.

He was looking for Peter Kelly.
Wherever crowds were gathered, the Investigator was there, searching for Kelly.