You may believe me." The Coroner scrutinized him closely but not unkindly.
"We shall know before night who handled that bow, Mr.Travis.It carries its own clue with it." A gleam of unmistakable joy lighted up the Englishman's features.
"I am glad," he cried.

"I am glad." Coroner Price was a man of experience.

He recognized the ring of truth in the Englishman's tones, and saying no more, led the way from the gallery.
A few minutes later he was on the lower floor.

He had a short conversation with the two doormen; then he proceeded to the telephone and called up the Universal.
The result was startling.
Asked if the name of Rupert Henry Travis, Hertfordshire, England, was on their register, the answer was yes.
"The date of his arrival ?" "Early this morning." "Any other arrivals to-day from the other side ?" "Yes, a Madame Duclos and a Miss Willetts." The Coroner's tone altered.

So much of the stranger's story was true, then.
"Will you connect me with Madame Duclos.