only knew where to begin—if I only knew what to do—if I only— Confound the girl, anyhow. Why couldn't she have died somewhere else, or why didn't some one else find her instead of us. Confound it, I'll be hanged if I hadn't enough to worry about before. Women will take the most infernal whims. Good Lord! If I wasn't suspected of being connected with her death, and if Penelope—But I'll be d—— if I can give it the go-by. It's solve the mystery or lose Penelope! If I only knew how to go to work. But, by Jove, I know I could preach a sermon, or set a broken leg, or—or cook a dinner easier than find out why, where, when, how, that yellow-haired girl died. Curse my luck, anyhow."
"I have read stories where fellows who don't know much start out to solve murder mysteries, but they always find something which all the detectives and police authorities overlooked, which gives them the right clue to
