ting?" I asked, half hoping, I
must admit, for an assenting nod from him.

"Well," he answered dryly, "one shouldn't let any preconceived
hypothesis stand between him and the truth. I've made a guess at the
whole thing already. It may or it may not be right. Anyhow she will fit
into it. And if it's not right, I've got to be prepared to make a new
guess, that's all."

When we reached the laboratory on our return, the inspector's man Riley
was there, waiting impatiently for Kennedy.

"What luck?" asked Kennedy.

"I've got a list of purchasers of that kind of revolver," he said.
"We have been to every sporting-goods and arms-store in the city which
bought them from the factory, and I could lay my hands on pretty nearly
every one of those weapons in twenty-four hours--provided, of course,
they haven't been secreted or destroyed."

"Pretty nearly all isn't good enough," said Kennedy. "It will have to be
all, unless--"

"That name is in the list," whispered Riley hoarsely.

"Oh, then it's all right," answered Kennedy, brightening up. "Riley, I
will say that you're a wonder at using the organisation in ferreting
out such things. There's just one more thing I want you to do. I want
a sample of the notepaper in the private desks of every one of these
people." He handed the policeman a list of his 9 "suspects," as he
called them. It included nearly every one mentioned in the case.

Riley studied it dubiously and scratched his chin thoughtfully. "That's
a hard one, Mr. Kennedy, sir. You see, it means getting into so many
different houses and apartments. Now you don't want to do it by means of
a warrant, do you, sir? Of course not. Well, then, how can we get in?"

"You're a pretty good-looking chap yourself, Riley," said Kennedy. "I
should think you could jolly a housemaid, if necessary. Anyhow, you can
get the fellow on the beat to do it--if he isn't already to be found in
the kitchen. Why, I see a dozen ways of getting the notepaper."

"Oh, it's me that's the lady-killer, sir," grinned Riley. "I'm a regular
Blarney stone when I'm out on a job of that sort. Sure, I'll have some
of them for you in the morning."

"Bring me what you get, the first thing in the morning, even if
you've landed only a few samples," said Kennedy, as Riley departed,
straightening his tie and brushing his hat on his sleeve.

"And now, Walter, you too must excuse me to-night," said Craig. "I've
got a lot to do, and sha'n't be up to our apartmen