detective of the hotel, who was always in the lobby, and whose keen eyes saw everybody who came in and who went out.
I found this detective courteous, well-informed, and remarkably intelligent. I explained my case to him.
"Last night," he said, "shortly after nine o'clock, a carriage drove up to the hotel. It contained a young man, and I noticed that his face was deathly white. In fact, it was this circumstance that interested me at first. This ghastly hue could not have been normal with any living being. Before he had time to leave the carriage, a fellow, of whom I will speak presently, rushed out and opened the door. He called to a porter, and after having dismissed the carriage, ordered that the trunk and valise which the gentleman with the white face brought, be sent to the dock of the Guion line of steamers, with his own."
I uttered an exclamation of horror, and the detective stopped in alarm. "Go on," I cried.
"The two then went upstairs. The young man seemed to be much excited. He could hardly reply to the glib remarks of his com-
