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JETTISON TAKES A HAND.
By breakfast time next morning the man from New Scotland Yard had accomplished a series of meditations on the confidences made to him and Mitchington the night before and had determined on at least one course of action.

But before entering upon it he had one or two important letters to write, the composition of which required much thought and trouble, and by the time he had finished them, and deposited them by his own hand in the General Post Office, it was drawing near to noon--the great bell of the Cathedral, indeed, was proclaiming noontide to Wrychester as Jettison turned into the police-station and sought Mitchington in his office.
"I was just coming round to see if you'd overslept yourself," said Mitchington good-humouredly.

"We were up pretty late last night, or, rather, this morning." "I've had letters to write," said Jettison.

He sat down and picked up a newspaper and cast a casual glance over it.