the body falls forward and partially turns in falling. Do you see? Do you comprehend?"
"Yes." Brierly shuddered.
"Brierly, this talk is hurting you cruelly. Let us drop details, or postpone them."
"Not the essential ones. I must bear what I must. Go on, doctor. I quite agree with you. It looks like a murder, and we must—I must know the truth—must find the one who did the deed. Doctor, advise me."
"About"
"How to begin, no time should be lost."
"That means a good detective, as soon as possible. Do you chance to know any of these gentry?"
"I No, indeed! I suppose a telegram to the chief of police"
"Allow me," broke in Doctor Barnes. "May I make a suggestion?"
"Anything. I seem unable to think."
"And no wonder! I know the right man for you if he is in Chicago. You see, I was in hospital practice for several years, and have also had my share of prison experience. While thus employed I met a man named Ferrars, an Englishman, who for some years has spent the greater part of his time in this country, in Chicago, in fact There's a mystery and a romance attached to the man, or his history. He's not connected with
