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Rh him. He called the number of the telephone at his apartment.

"This is Mr. Hereford," he announced himself, as he got the connection. "Is that you, George?" he named his man. "Who is this?" he demanded.

The man at the other end, surely not George, was in great confusion. There were sounds of other men's voices and men moving about. "It's himself, Mr. Hereford, sergeant," Hereford made out the voice of the man who had answered, calling another.

"Hello! Hello! there, sor!" a voice in authority replaced the first at the other end of the wire. "Is that Mr. Hereford?"

"Yes," Hereford replied guardedly.

"Well, we've been looking for you the city over, sor! This is the police—Sergeant Lafferty. Your flat's just been robbed. Gone