And now, before we get to the High Street, I may as well tell you that on examining Lydenberg's body very little was found in the way of papers--scarcely anything, and nothing connecting him with your cousin's affair--in fact, the police here say they never saw a foreign gentleman with less on him in that way.

But in the inside pocket of his overcoat there was a postcard, which had been posted here in Hull.

Here it is--and you'll see that it was the cause of taking him to the spot where he was shot." Chettle took from an old letter-case an innocent-looking postcard, on one corner of which was a stain.
"His blood," he remarked laconically.

"He was shot clean through the heart.

Well, you see, it's a mere line." Allerdyke took the card and looked at it with a mingled feeling of repulsion and fascination.