We have telegraphed after them, and hope we shall find them.
Scotsmen or Englishmen never use a knife of that pattern." With his latter remark I entirely coincided.

In my own mind that was the strongest argument in favor of Leithcourt's innocence.

That the tenant of Rannoch had kept that secret tryst in daily patience I knew from my own observations, yet to me it scarcely seemed feasible that he would use a weapon so peculiarly Italian and yet so terribly deadly.
And then when I reflected further, recollecting that the body I had discovered was that of a woman and not a man, I stood staggered and bewildered by the utterly inexplicable enigma.
I promised the burly detective that in exchange for his secrecy regarding my statement that I would assist him in every manner possible in the solution of the problem.
"The real name of the murdered man must be at all costs withheld," I urged.

"It must not appear in the papers, for I feel confident that only by the pretense that he is unknown can we arrive at the truth.

If his name is given at the inquiry, then the assassin will certainly know that I have identified him." "And what then ?" "Well," I said with some hesitation, "while I am believed to be in ignorance we shall have opportunity for obtaining the truth." "Then you do really suspect ?" he said, again looking at me with those cold, blue eyes.
"I know not whom to suspect," I declared.