He held up in his hand a small, gleaming object which he had found trodden into the path.

It was a silver match box covered with dents and mud and marked "R.

F.G." I recognized it instantly; I had seen Radnor take it from his pocket a hundred times.

As I looked at it now my hope seemed to vanish and that same sickening suspicion rushed over me again.

The men eyed each other silently, and I did not have to ask what they were thinking of.