Those few days of companionable labour in the reading-room, with the homely hospitalities of the milk-shop and the pleasant walks homeward through the friendly London streets, had called into existence a new world--a world in which the gracious personality of Ruth Bellingham was the one dominating reality.

And thus, as I leaned back in a corner of the railway carriage with an unlighted pipe in my hand, the events of the immediate past, together with those more problematical ones of the impending future, occupied me rather to the exclusion of the business of the moment, which was to review the remains collected in the Woodford mortuary, until, as the train approached Stratford, the odours of the soap and bone-manure factories poured in at the open window and (by a natural association of ideas) brought me back to the object of my quest.
As to the exact purpose of this expedition, I was not very clear; but I knew that I was acting as Thorndyke's proxy and thrilled with pride at the thought.

But what particular light my investigations were to throw upon the intricate Bellingham case I had no very definite idea.

With a view to fixing the course of procedure in my mind, I took Thorndyke's written instructions from my pocket and read them over carefully.

They were very full and explicit, making ample allowance for my lack of experience in medico-legal matters:-- 1.