that he has got some clue to this Sholto business. Here is his message.'
He took the telegram out of his pocket, and handed it to me. It was dated from Poplar at twelve o'clock. 'Go to Baker Street at once,' it said, 'If I have not returned, wait for me. I am close on the track of the Sholto gang. You can come with us to-night if you want to be in at the finish.'
'This sounds well. He has evidently picked up the scent again,' said I.
'Ah, then he has been at fault too,' exclaimed Jones, with evident satisfaction. 'Even the best of us are thrown off sometimes. Of course this may prove to be a false alarm; but it is my duty as an officer of the law to allow no chance to slip. But there is someone at the door. Perhaps this is he.'
A heavy step was heard ascending the stair, with a great wheezing and rattling as from a man who was sorely put to it for
