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Post, Melville Davisson, 1871?-1930

"The Sleuth of St. James's Square"

"
Again he was silent, and I turned toward him in astonishment.
"Then," I said, "why did you begin this story by saying the hobo
faked you? I don't see the fake; he found the plates and he was
entitled to the reward."
Walker put his hand into his pocket, took out a leather case,
selected a paper from among its contents and handed it to me.
"I didn't see the fake either," he said, "until I got this
letter."
I unfolded the letter carefully. It was neatly written in a hand
like copper plate and dated Buenos Aires.
DEAR COLONEL WALKER: When I discovered that you were planting an
agent on every ship I had to abandon the plates and try for the
reward. Thank you for the five thousand; it covered expenses.
Very sincerely yours,
D. Mulehaus.


III. The Lost Lady

It was a remark of old Major Carrington that incited this
adventure.
"It is some distance through the wood - is she quite safe?"
It was a mere reflection as he went out. It was very late. I do
not know how the dinner, or rather the after-hours of it, had
lengthened.


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