he business to
be accomplished?"

"By advertisement."

"Advertisement!"

"Yes. I wonder the idea did not strike you before, seeing how often it
is used in similar cases. Advertise a full description of the man who
called himself Berwin, note his physical peculiarities and looks, and
circulate such description by means of handbills and newspapers."

Link looked angry, and laughed rather contemptuously, as his
professional pride was touched by the fact of being advised by an
individual not of his calling.

"I am not so ignorant of my business as you think," he said sharply.
"What you suggest has already been done. There are handbills describing
the appearance of Berwin in every police office in the kingdom."

"In the newspapers, also?" asked Lucian, nettled by the detective's
tone.

"No; it is not necessary."

"I don't agree with you. Many people in private life are not likely to
see your handbills. I don't pretend to advise, Mr. Link," he added in
soothing tones, "but would it not be wise to use the medium of the daily
papers?"

"I'll think of it," said Link, too jealous of his dignity to give way at
once.

"Oh, I quite rely on your discretion," said Denzil hastily. "You know
your own business best. But if you succeed in identifying Berwin, will
you let me know?"

Link looked keenly at the young man.

"Why do you wish to know about the matter?" he asked.

"Out of simple curiosity. The case is so mysterious that I should like
to watch you unravel it."

"Well," said Link, rather gratified by this tribute to his power, "I
shall indulge your fancy."

The result of this conversation was that Lucian observed in the
newspapers next day an advertisement describing the looks and name, and
physical peculiarities of the deceased, with special mention of the loss
of the left hand's little finger, and the strange cicatrice on the right
cheek. Satisfied that the only way to learn the truth had been adopted
by the authorities, Lucian impatiently waited for the development of the
scheme.

Within the week he received a visit from the detective.

"You were right and I was wrong, Mr. Denzil," admitted Link generously.
"The newspapers were of more use than the handbills. Yesterday I
received a letter from a lady who is coming to see me to-morrow at my
office. So if you care to be present at the interview you have only to
say so."

"I should like it above all things," said Lucian eagerly. "Who is the
lady?"

"A M