Brierly's desk-top to demonstrate that something had been hastily pulled from the letter file by that clever boy of whom Mrs. Fry could tell so little?"
"Yes; surely." The doctor now began to look seriously interested.
"Well, the stolen paper was a newspaper clipping, cut from the Herald of November 27th last."
"Upon my word! But there, I won't ask questions."
"You need not. Did you not observe me looking over the papers in the rack?"
"Yes."
"Possibly you saw me with a paper in my hand soon after?"
The doctor stared and shook his head. "I've no eye for sleight-of-hand," he grumbled.
"Decidedly not, for I folded up that paper and thrust it in a breast pocket before your very eyes. I kept that tiny bit, too, which I picked up on my forefinger. It fitted into a column from which a piece had been cut, and that's how I know that the stolen article came from that paper. Very simple, after all, you see!"
"For you, yes."
"The fact that the clipping was thought worth stealing, makes me fancy it worth a perusal. I tried for it here in town, in a quiet way, but failed. Then
