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 "Bah!" said John Minute contemptuously. "There 's some other reason. I 've had him watched. He goes every day to visit a woman at a hotel—a confederate. They 're never seen in public together. Then there's a peddler, one of those fellows who sell glass and repair windows; nobody knows anything about him. He does n't do enough business to keep a fly alive. He 's always hanging round Weald Lodge. Then there 's a Miss Paines, who says she 's a landscape gardener, and wants to lay out the grounds in some newfangled way. I sent her packing about her business, but she has n't left the neighborhood."

"Have you reported the matter to the local police?" asked the commissioner.

Minute nodded.

"And they know nothing suspicious about them?"

"Nothing!" said Mr. Minute briefly.

"Then," said the other, smiling, "there is probably nothing known against them, and they are quite innocent people trying to get a