Mr.Allerdyke--that was all written by the same hand, or I'm--no good!" Allerdyke went close to the electric globe above his dressing-table, the photograph in one hand, the postcard in the other.

He looked searchingly at both, brought them back, and laid them down again.
"No doubt of it, Chettle," he said.

"No doubt of it! It doesn't need any expert to be certain sure of that.

The same, identical fist, without a shadow of doubt.

Well--what d'ye make of it?
Here--have a drink." He mixed a couple of drinks, pushed one glass to the detective, and took the other himself.
"Egad!" he muttered, after drinking.