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 anything that seems suspicious, don't lose a minute in communicating with me!"

He went off then, wondering what to turn to next. If only he could get a clue to the ownership of the billhook, or the merest notion as to the history of the diamond that he had picked up from the floor of Miss Tandy's parlour

"Pretty fog-laden atmosphere!" he grumbled. "Thick!"

He was feeling it just as thick and fog-laden when, at noon of the following day, Stainsby came hurrying to the police-station, evidently bursting with news.