upon it. The blunt end had been trimmed and rounded off with a knife.
'Is that an English thorn?' he asked.
'No, it certainly is not.'
'With all these data you should be able to draw some just inference. But here are the regulars: so the auxiliary forces may beat a retreat.'
As he spoke, the steps which had been coming nearer sounded loudly on the passage, and a very stout, portly man in a gray suit strode heavily into the room. He was red-faced, burly, and plethoric, with a pair of very small twinkling eyes which looked keenly out from between swollen and puffy pouches. He was closely followed by an inspector in uniform, and by the still palpitating Thaddeus Sholto.
'Here's a business!' he cried, in a muffled, husky voice. 'Here's a pretty business! But who are all these? Why,
