is
disciplinarian ideas to show emotion.

'There is a dead man in there, Mr Inspector, whom I knew under very
different circumstances more than twenty years ago.'

'Answers to the name of Jentham, perhaps?' suggested Mr Inspector.

'Yes, he called himself Jentham, I believe. I--I--I wish to see his
body;' and the little old lady looked anxiously into Tinkler's purple
face.

'Miss Whichello, ma'am,' said the ex-sergeant with an official air,
'this request requires reflection. Do you know the party in question?'

'I knew him, as I told you, more than twenty years ago. He was then a
very talented violinist, and I heard him play frequently in London.'

'What was his name, Miss Whichello, ma'am?'

'His name then, Mr Inspector, was Amaru!'

'A stage name I take it to be, ma'am!'

'Yes! a stage name.'

'What was his real name?'

'I can't say,' replied Miss Whichello, in a hesitating voice. 'I knew
him only as Amaru.'

'Humph! here he called himself Jentham. Do you know anything about this
murder, Miss Whichello, ma'am?' and the inspector fixed a blood-shot
grey eye on the thick veil.

'No! no! I know nothing about the murder!' cried Miss Whichello in
earnest tones. 'I heard that this man Jentham looked like a gipsy and
was marked with a scar on the right cheek. From that description I
thought that he might be Amaru, and I wish to see his body to be certain
that I am right.'

'Well, Miss Whichello, ma'am,' said the stern Tinkler, after some
deliberation, 'your request is out of the usual course of things; but
knowing you as a good and charitable lady, and thinking you may throw
some light on this mysterious crime--why, I'll show you the corpse with
pleasure.'

'One moment,' said the old lady, laying a detaining hand on the
inspector's blue cloth sleeve. 'I must tell you that I can throw no
light on the subject; if I could I would. I simply desire to see the
body of this man and to satisfy myself that he is Amaru.'

'Very good, Miss Whichello, ma'am; you shall see it.'

'And you'll not mention that I came here, Mr Inspector.'

'I give you my word, ma'am--the word of a soldier. This way, Miss
Whichello, this way.'

Following the rigid figure of the inspector, the little old lady was
conducted by him to a small building of galvanised tin in the rear of
the police-station. Several idlers were hanging about, amongst them
being Miss Bell Mosk, who was trying to persuade a handsome young
policeman to gratify