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 Mr. Debnam—the late Mr. Vernon’s solicitor. There is something in it. Damme! I am sure of it!”

“Something in what?”

“The fact that Mr. Vernon died yesterday evening, and that his wife was murdered at midnight.”

“What have you told the press?”

“As little as possible, but you will see that the early editions will all be screaming for the arrest of Soames.”

“I shouldn’t wonder. He would be a useful man to have; but he’s probably out of London now.”

“I think not. He’s more likely to wait for instructions from his principal.”

“His principal?”

“Certainly. You don’t think Soames did the murder, do you?”

“No; but he’s obviously an accessory.”

“I’m not so sure even of that.”

“Then why did he bolt?”

“Because he had a guilty conscience.”

“Yes,” agreed Sowerby; “it does turn out that way sometimes. At any rate, Stringer is after him, but he’s got next to nothing to go upon. Has any reply been received from Mrs. Leroux in Paris?”

“No,” answered Dunbar, frowning thoughtfully. “Her husband’s wire would reach her first thing this morning; I am expecting to hear of a reply at any moment.”

“They’re a funny couple, altogether,” said