“Now, Stamm, I don’t want to hear your _impressions_--I only want to know what you saw with your eyes and heard with your ears. You will be scrupulously exact, won’t you?” “Yes, indeed, your honour. When I came back, one of our men was holding the woman fast. I said to him, ‘Arrest her; the gentleman there said so. Arrest her at all costs! Hold her fast, don’t let her escape!’ We were all a bit excited, and she shouted out that she wanted to see Herr von Wenk, and no one was going to arrest _her_. She made a good deal of resistance, sir, and finally we had to tie her hands. There were only two of us, and we had to help the wounded and our own colleague. We did not know in the least what had happened, for we had only just....” “_We?_ Tell me only what you yourself have seen.” “Then I began to try and find out what had happened. There was a man lying on the ground bathed in blood. He seemed to be dead, for he was quite still. The other was groaning. Then a third constable came up, and we sent him to telephone for the ambulance and make a report to the Criminal Division and let your honour know. That was what Voss had told us to do first of all.” “What was the woman doing all this time?” “The second of our men took her to the guard-room.” “Don’t go on with your story, Stamm, till I have spoken to him. What is his name? Keep yourself in readiness to report again; do you hear? And remember, not a word of this outside the official circle--not even to your wife. Give me your word of honour!” “Yes, indeed, sir. The other man’s name is Wasserschmidt.” Wasserschmidt duly appeared. “You arrested a woman to-night who was present when the two gentlemen were attacked,” said Wenk. “Why did you do that?” “I did it because constable Stamm said that one of the gentlemen, before he became insensible, called out to him to do so, and my colleague Voss gave me the order too.” At this moment the telephone rang in the bureau of the Criminal Investigation Department, where Wenk was conducting these inquiries. “Who is speaking?” he asked. “This is the night editor’s office of the Central News Agency. We have just been informed of a murder....” “One moment, please,” said Wenk angrily. “Who gave you that information?” “I can tell you that without betraying any editorial secrets, for it was given anonymously, so to speak. Our night-bell rang, and as I went to the window I saw a man going away. When I opened it and asked what was the matter, he called out, ‘Look in the letter-box!’ Then I went down and found a letter in the box.” “Can you read me what was in the letter? The State agent for prosecutions is speaking!” “Yes, certainly, sir, one moment. The letter runs: ‘Edgar Hull, Esquire, was attacked and murdered in the Jägerstrasse in the early hours of this morning. The criminals have escaped. It appears to have been an act of revenge, for the murdered man frequented gambling circles.’ That’s all there is.”