MR.

LYNX, THE DETECTIVE The detective who presented himself to Mrs.Hamilton was a quiet-looking man, clad in a brown suit.

Except that his eyes were keen and searching, his appearance was disappointing.

Conrad met him as he was going out of the house, and said to himself contemptuously: "He looks like a muff." "I have sent for you, Mr.Lynx," said Mrs.Hamilton, "to see if you can help me in a matter I will explain to you," and then she gave him all the information she possessed about the loss of the opera glass.
"How valuable was the glass ?" inquired Mr.Lynx.
"It cost fifty dollars in Paris," said Mrs.Hamilton.
"But you set a higher value upon it for other reasons?
Just so." "You are right." "Will you favor me with an exact description of the article ?" said the detective, producing his notebook.
Mrs.Hamilton did so, and the detective made an entry.
"Have you ever had anything taken out of your house by outside parties ?" he asked.
"On one occasion, when my brother was visiting me, his overcoat was taken from the hatstand in the hall." "A sneak thief, of course.

The glass, however, was not so exposed ?" "No; it was not on the lower floor at all." "It looks, then, as if it was taken by someone in the house." "It looks so," said Mrs.Hamilton gravely.
"Have you confidence in your servants?
Or, rather, have you reason to suspect any of them ?" "I believe they are honest.