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 of last night wasn’t Locke at all, but somebody rigged up to look like him.”

“Yes—that must be it. An ordinary burglar, disguised as”

“No, by no means an ordinary burglar! Rather a most extraordinary one! One who was so bent on getting in here that he made up to look like a man for whom a reward is offered! That’s going some!”

“But it must have been Locke—for he came in with his own night key—that is, he must have done so, or how did he get in?”

“Well, a chap smart enough to make up like Locke is smart enough to get a key somewhere or somehow. But, why? why?—that’s what I can’t understand. It can only be that there is some incriminating evidence still here regarding that murder. Nothing else would bring about such elaborate preparations.”

“Mightn’t be elaborate. Just slapping a wig on your head isn’t such a great game.”

“No; but this is just like Locke’s hair”

“How do you know—except by hearsay?”

“That’s so, Glenn, I don’t. But all the descriptions of Locke sound like this thing looks.”

“It was Locke, Hutchins, I saw his two gold teeth gleam. I’ve heard over and over again about those two gold teeth.”

“So have I. Well, no burglar could carry disguise so far as that. It must have been Locke. I have it. He’s had his hair cut, to escape detection, and coming back here, he put on a wig to be different from what he really is now.”

“Pretty good—but not good enough. I’ll tell you! It was that brother of Locke’s. He’d likely have gold teeth,