Of all the strange experiences I have narrated in connection with Devlin, that which awaited me on the following morning was the most startling and inexplicable. Prevailing with difficulty upon Richard Carton to remain at the hotel until I either came to or sent for him, I drove to the foot of the Rue de la Paix, as I was instructed to do. I took the precaution to hire the driver of the fly by the hour, and desired him to stop where I alighted until I needed him. I was impelled to this course by a feeling that I might possibly require some person to take a message to Carton or bring him to the Rue de la Paix. I found the barber's shop easily, and could scarcely refrain from uttering a loud exclamation at the sight of Mr. Kenneth Dowsett sitting in a barber's chair, and Devlin standing over him, leisurely at work. Devlin, with his finger at his lips, pointed to a table in a corner of the shop, at which I seated myself in obedience to the silent command. On the table were writing materials and paper, and on a sheet of this paper was written: "You are late. I have thrown Mr. Dowsett into a trance. He will reveal all he knows. I will compel him to do so. Take down in writing what transpires." My heart throbbed violently as I prepared myself for the task. Devlin: "Do you know where you are?" Mr. Dowsett: "Yes, in Boulogne." Devlin: "Where were you yesterday?" Mr. Dowsett: "In Margate." Devlin: "Where were you on Friday last?" Mr. Dowsett: "At home, in London." Devlin: "Recall the occurrences of that day?" Mr. Dowsett: "I do so." Devlin: "At what hour did you rise?" Mr. Dowsett: "At nine o'clock." Devlin: "Who were present at the breakfast-table?" Mr. Dowsett: "My wife and daughter, and Richard Carton." Devlin: "Was anything relating to the engagement of Richard Carton and Lizzie Melladew said at the breakfast-table?" Mr. Dowsett: "Nothing." Devlin: "Was there anything in your mind in relation to it?" Mr. Dowsett: "Yes. I had a plan to carry out, and was thinking of it." Devlin: "In what way did you put the plan into execution?" Mr. Dowsett: "When breakfast was over, I went to my private room and locked the door. Then I sat down and wrote a letter." Devlin: "To whom?" Mr. Dowsett: "To Lizzie Melladew." Devlin: "What did you write?" Mr. Dowsett: "A heart-broken woman implores you to meet her to-night at eleven o'clock in Victoria Park, and, so that she may recognise you, begs you to wear a bunch of white daisies in your belt. She will wear the same, so that you may recognise her. The life and welfare of Mr. Richard Carton hangs upon this meeting. If you fail, a dreadful fate awaits him, which you can avert. As you value his happiness and your own, come." Devlin: "What did you do with the letter?" Mr. Dowsett: "I addressed it to Miss Lizzie Melladew, at her place of business in Baker Street, and posted it at the Charing Cross Post-office." Devlin: "How did you know she worked there?"