I took up the issue of the following day--the twenty-eighth: "RANGOON: We have been forced to sell father's stick-pin--the emerald scarab he brought home from Cairo." I had Bray's interest now.

He leaned heavily toward me, puffing.

Greatly excited, I held before his eyes the issue of the twenty-ninth: "RANGOON: Homburg hat gone forever--caught by a breeze--into the river." "And finally," said I to the inspector, "the last message of all, in the issue of the thirtieth of July--on sale in the streets some twelve hours before Fraser-Freer was murdered.

See!" "RANGOON: To-night at ten.

Regent Street.