For hang me if I know what it means!" "I do!" answered Harker.

He opened a drawer in his desk and drew out a scrap-book, filled, as Bryce saw a moment later, with cuttings from newspapers, all duly arranged and indexed.

The old man glanced at the index, turned to a certain page, and put his finger on an entry.

"There you are!" he said.

"And that's only one--there are several more.