"To be sure; but I doubt if the law will be able to find him, Mr. Narkom. He will have left the country before the trap was actually sprung, believe me; or failing that, will be well on his way out of it." "But perhaps not absolutely out of it, dear chap. There are the ports, you know; and so long as he is on English soil----Come and see! Come and see! We may be able to head him off. Let's get out by way of the front of the building, Cleek, and if I can once get to the telegraph and wire to the coast--and he hasn't yet sailed----Come on! come on! Or no: wait a moment. That's a constable out there, asking for information. I'll nip out and let him know that the Yard's on the case and give him a few orders about reporting it. Wait for me at the front door, old chap. With you in a winking." He stepped out into the alley as he spoke and mingled with the gathering crowd. But Cleek did not stir. The alley was no longer dark for, with the gathering of the crowd, lights had come and he stood for many minutes staring into it and breathing hard and the colour draining slowly out of his face until it was like a thing of wax. Outside in the narrow alley the gathering of curious ones which the sound of the explosion and the sight of a running policeman had drawn to the place was every moment thickening, and with the latest addition to it there had come hurrying into the narrow space a morbid-minded newsboy with the customary bulletin sheet pinned over his chest. "The _Evening News_! Six o'clock edition!" that bulletin was headed, and under that heading there was set forth in big black type: END OF THE MAURAVANIAN REVOLUTION FALL OF THE CAPITAL FLIGHT OF THE DEPOSED KING OVERWHELMING SUCCESS OF IRMA'S TROOPS. "Mr. Narkom," said Cleek, when at the end of ten minutes the superintendent came bustling back, hot and eager to begin the effort to head off Count Waldemar. "Mr. Narkom, dear friend, the days of trouble and distress are over and the good old times you have so often sighed for have come back. Look at that newsboy's bulletin. Waldemar is too late in all things and--we have seen the last of him forever." EPILOGUE The Affair of the Man Who Was Found Mr. Maverick Narkom glanced up at the calendar hanging on the office wall, saw that it recorded the date as August 18th, and then glanced back to the sheet of memoranda lying on his desk, and forthwith began to scratch his bald spot perplexedly.