een sent to him from London, for sale. He gave
Dimambro the name and address of the sender, who, of course, was the Mr. X.
of whom I have spoken. So then Dimambro and I resolved to act, through Mrs.
Engledew----"

"For a slight consideration, I think," suggested Davidge dryly. "A matter
of a little cheque, I believe, Mr. Burchill."

"We've quite as much right to be paid for our detective services,
amateur though they are, as you have for yours, Davidge," retorted
Burchill. "However, I've come to an end, and it only remains for me to
tell you who Mr. X. really is. He hasn't the slightest notion that he's
suspected, and if you and your men, Davidge, go round to his house,
which isn't half a mile away, you'll probably find him eating his Sunday
evening supper in peace and quietness. The man is----"

Davidge suddenly rose from his chair, nudging Triffitt as he moved. He
laughed--and the laugh made Burchill start to his feet.

"You needn't trouble yourself, Mr. Burchill!" said Davidge. "Much
obliged to you for your talk, there's nothing like letting some folks
wag their tongues till they're tired. I know who murdered Jacob Herapath
as well as you do, and who your Mr. X. is. Jacob Herapath, gentlemen,"
he added, turning to his astonished listeners, "was shot dead and robbed
by his office manager, James Frankton, and if James Frankton's eating
his Sunday supper in peace and quietness, it's in one of our cells, for
I arrested him at seven o'clock this very evening--and with no help from
you, Mr. Burchill! I'm not quite such a fool as I may look, my lad, and
if I made one mistake when I let you slip I didn't make another when I
got on the track of the real man. And now, ma'am," he concluded, with an
old-fashioned bow to Mrs. Engledew, "there's no more to be said--by me,
at all events, and I've the honour to wish you a good night. Mr.
Triffitt--we'll depart."

Outside, Davidge took the reporter's arm in a firm grip, and chuckled as
he led him towards the elevator.

"That's surprise one!" he whispered. "Wait till we get downstairs and
into the street, and you'll have another, and it'll be of a bit livelier
nature!"

CHAPTER XXXV

THE SECOND WARRANT

Davidge preserved a strict silence as he and Triffitt went down in the
elevator, but when they had reached the ground floor he took the
reporter's arm again, and as they crossed the entrance hall gave it a
significant squeeze.

"You'll see two or three rather heavy