A telegram from Wheeler lay on my table: "All goes well. The body will be exhumed to-night." My opinion of him was justified; he was not the man to let the grass grow under his feet. Nothing more could be done till I received his report. On the following morning I received another telegram from him: "Will be with you at four this afternoon." Not a word as to the result of the examination; but he certainly had lost no time. So impatient was I as the hour approached that I could not keep indoors, but walked up and down the street, to hail him the moment he appeared. A few minutes past four o'clock his cab rattled up to the door, and out he jumped. "I am a little behind time," he said as he paid the cabman, and I could see that he was excited. "Those confounded trains--they are always late." "You have news," I said. "Rather queer news," he replied. "Let us go in and talk." He followed me to my room, the door of which he locked. "Give me a bite first," he said, "and a drink; and then you shall hear something startling." I curbed my impatience while he ate and drank. "That has done me good," he said; "I was almost famished. Before I commence, Godfrey, I want to ask whether you deceived me." "In what way?" "In this. You told me that a man of the name of Louis Fordham was murdered, and you described a certain mark by which his body could be identified." "Yes." "The mark was a scar on his forehead, caused by a wound inflicted upon him by a gardening tool. It penetrated to the bone, you said, and he would carry the scar to his grave. If I misunderstood you, let me know." "You did not misunderstand me. The scar is as I described. I have evidence that it turned blood-red whenever he was excited. I have not misled you in the slightest particular." "I am glad to hear it. His half-brother, John Fordham, who gave himself up for the murder----" "Of which we know him to be innocent," I interrupted. "That is not the point I'm coming to," said Wheeler. "He gave himself up for the murder, and he is positive that he left the dead body of Louis in the Rye Street house when he left it on the morning of that terrific snow-storm." "He is quite positive." "He recognized the body as that of Louis by the scar on the forehead?" "Quite correct." "Then all I can say is that there is another mystery to be unraveled. Now, for what I did. I went down to Liverpool, determined to see this matter through, and not to waste a moment over it. I may fairly claim that not a moment has been wasted." "Undoubtedly. I could not have done it more expeditiously myself."