"I've found out about all I wished to know.

We'll drop in again," he added reassuringly to Radnor.

"Good afternoon." As we went out of the door he turned back a moment and added with a slightly sharp undertone in his voice: "And the next time I come, Gaylord, you'll shake hands!" Fumbling in his pocket he drew out my telegram from the police commissioner, and tossed it onto the cot.

"In the meantime there's something for you to think about.

Good by." "Do you mean," I asked as we climbed back into the carriage, "that Radnor did believe Jeff guilty ?" "Well, not exactly.