SECRET THEFT
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"The money is all right," observed the inspector. "But there's a metal box—a tobacco-box—missing. Do you remember it?"
"Can't say that I do, sir," replied the constable. "I packed up everything that was there."
The inspector nodded a dismissal; when we were alone again, he turned to Miss Raven and me with a queer expression.
"That box has been abstracted at the inquest!" he said, "Now then!—by whom?—and why?"
