“I am able to speak with absolute certainty, and I can go so far as to say the men who are undoubtedly responsible for the recent pilferages are those I have named, and I beg to suggest respectfully that steps be taken to relieve them of their present duties at the earliest possible moment. The only alternative is a clean sweep of the whole of the Up Office staff, and this, sir, I hesitate to recommend. But for reasons that I have stated, and for others which I think it wise not to place upon paper, I earnestly hope that the recommendation I have made will be acted upon without delay. “W. BELLCHAMBERS. “P.S.—Especially the foreman and the junior.” “Can’t make it hotter for them,” said Sergeant Bellchambers to himself regretfully, “without it looking as though I’d got some personal spite.” The night seemed endless, but it proved to have a finish, and Bellchambers, when the lamp-man opened the door in the morning, went out, a tired, oil-scented, yawning, but a determined official. A wash and a shave increased the last quality, and when the Superintendent arrived at nine o’clock, morning paper under his arm, Sergeant Bellchambers was waiting for him in the lobby of the office with confidence written all over his face in large letters. “Evening, sir.” “Good-morning, Sergeant.” “I mean morning,” corrected Bellchambers. “I’ve been up all night over that little affair you spoke about.” “Ah!” said the Superintendent, sitting down in his arm-chair, “with no result?” “On the contrary, sir,” said Sergeant Bellchambers importantly. “If it isn’t troubling you too much I’ll trouble you to cast your eyes over this report of mine.” The Superintendent let his glasses flick open and adjusted them on his nose. The Sergeant, leaning one arm on the mantelpiece, watched his superior officer, waiting for the sign of gratified approval. This, to his great astonishment, did not come, and the Superintendent’s face remained unchanged when he had thrown the report on the shining table. “Do you mean to say that you want me to get rid of these men?” “That was the impression,” said the Sergeant, with a touch of acidity, “I intended to convey.” “And you think they’re guilty?” “I’ll stake my reputation on it, sir,” said Sergeant Bellchambers. “That is not much of a bet,” remarked the other. “You can take it from me that these pilferages will never cease until the men I’ve referred to are turned out.” “I’m very anxious to do something,” said the Superintendent, taking up a ruler thoughtfully. “Like myself, sir,” said Bellchambers. “That’s me all over.” “But not,” said the Superintendent, hitting the table, “not in the direction you suggest. Read this!” He handed over the morning paper to Sergeant Bellchambers, pointing to a letter headed “Recent Complaints of Pilferages.”