"What do you mean?
I'm sick.
I'm going away for a change, and I've turned the whole thief-catching business over to Stillwell, the company's lawyer." The policeman stepped back and softly locked the door.
"See here, Mr.Ferris," he soberly said.

"You should not leave till the whole thing's cleared up.

If you don't want me to follow up your private inquiry, just say so." He handed to the astonished man an evening paper.

There, marked with a great scrawl, was a brief item.
"BODY FOUND IN RIVER" "Was That of a Young Man of Evidently Good Station--No Clue as to the Deceased's Identity--Another Mysterious Crime." "A body was found this morning in the East River off the foot of Baltic Street, Brooklyn.

It was that of a young man about twenty-eight years of age.