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one but a sleepy-eyed constable there

Bray's greeting was decidedly grouchy The stranger, however--a tall

bronzed man--made himself known to hes, a close friend of the dead rieved, he had coht do "Inspector," said I, "last night in this room

you held in your hand four copies of the Daily Mail You tossed theest that you rescue those

copies, as I have a rather startling rand an official to stoop to a waste-basket, he nodded to the

constable The latter brought the papers; and, selecting one from the

lot, I spread it out on the table "The issue of July twenty-seventh," I

said

I pointed to an item half-way down the column of Personal Notices You

yourself, my lady, may read it there if you happen to have saved a copy

It ran as follows: "RANGOON: The asters are in full blooarden at Canterbury They

are very beautiful--especially the white ones"

Bray grunted, and opened his little eyes I took up the issue of the

following day--the twenty-eighth: "RANGOON: We have been forced to sell father's stick-pin--the eht home from Cairo"