THE DUBLIN MYSTERY "I always thought that the history of that forged will was about as interesting as any I had read," said the man in the corner that day.

He had been silent for some time, and was meditatively sorting and looking through a packet of small photographs in his pocket-book.

Polly guessed that some of these would presently be placed before her for inspection--and she had not long to wait.
"That is old Brooks," he said, pointing to one of the photographs, "Millionaire Brooks, as he was called, and these are his two sons, Percival and Murray.

It was a curious case, wasn't it?
Personally I don't wonder that the police were completely at sea.

If a member of that highly estimable force happened to be as clever as the clever author of that forged will, we should have very few undetected crimes in this country." "That is why I always try to persuade you to give our poor ignorant police the benefit of your great insight and wisdom," said Polly, with a smile.
"I know," he said blandly, "you have been most kind in that way, but I am only an amateur.