"I saw that he was dead, and I did not dare to remain.

I straightened the knot in his tie, laid his hands reverently across his chest, and departed as I had come." "Mr.Kelly," said Throgton thoughtfully, "the logic of your story is wonderful.

It exceeds anything in its line that I have seen published for months.

But there is just one point that I fail to grasp.

The two bullet holes ?" "They were old ones," answered the sailor quietly.