to see Whyte constantly, and as I had not set eyes on him for the last two weeks, I thought it might be him."
"How did they find out who it was?" asked Mr. Frettlby, idly toying with his wine-glass.
"Oh, one of those detective fellows, you know," answered Felix. "They know everything."
"I'm sorry to hear it," said Frettlby, referring to the fact that Whyte was murdered. "He had a letter of introduction to me, and seemed a clever, pushing young fellow."
"A confounded cad," muttered Felix, under his breath; and Brian, who overheard him, seemed inclined to assent.
For the rest of the meal nothing was talked about but the murder, and the mystery in which it was shrouded. When the ladies retired they chatted about it in the drawing-room, but finally dropped it for more agreeable subjects. The gentleman, however, when the cloth had been removed, filled their glasses, and continued their discussion with unabated vigor. Brian alone did not take part in the conversation. He sat moodily staring at his untasted wine, and wrapped in a brown study.
"What I can't make out," observed Rolleston, who was amusing himself cracking nuts, "is how they did not find out who he was before."
That is not hard to answer," said Frettlby, filling his glass; "he was comparatively little known here, as he had been out from England such a short time, and I fancy that this was the only house he visited at."
"And look here, Rolleston," said Calton, who was sitting near him, "if you were to find a man dead in a hansom cab, dressed in evening clothes—which nine men out of ten are in the habit of wearing in the evening—no cards in his pockets, and no name on his linen, I rather think you would find it hard to discover who he was. I consider it reflects great credit on the police for finding out so quickly."
"Puts one in mind of 'The Leavenworth Case,' and all that sort of thing," said Felix, whose reading was of the lightest description. "Awfully exciting, like putting a Chinese puzzle together. Gad, I wouldn't mind being a detective myself."
"I'm afraid if that was the case," said Mr. Frettlby, with an amused smile, "criminals would be pretty safe,"
