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partner Nevertheless

A week later, Bones, reading hisany very violent impression, the information that Mr

John Siker, the well-known private detective, had died at his residence

at Clapha

for bargains--an earlyfever

was still upon hi to balance the fir-in book and a cheque-book, the counterfoils of

which were only occasionally filled in, heard the staccato "Swindle!

Swindle!" and knew that Bones had reached the pages whereon were

displayed the prospectuses of new companies

He had the firm conviction that all new companies were founded on

frauds and floated by criminals The offer of seven per cent

debenture stock hter The certificates of

e little smile to his

lips, followed by the perfectly libellous state for "

Presently Bones thren the paper

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he said, and walked to the door of the

outer office, knocked upon it, and disappeared into the sanctum of the

lady whom Bones never referred to except in ter typewriter!"