He was not in when they called, but they waited for him. In due time he entered. At once the Bradys introduced themselves and a pleasant conversation followed. “I can assure you,” said young Banks, “the disappearance of my fiancee has been a dreadful blow to me. I have until now never given up hope that she might be found alive.” “I fear there is no ground for such a hope,” said Old King Brady. “You will do well to preserve your own life from the same gang.” Allerton was startled. “Is that true?” he exclaimed. “As true as can be. We have come to warn you.” Young Banks was dumfounded. He listened to the story repeated by the Bradys. “That is very strange,” he said, finally. “I cannot understand it.” “Now, we must work sharp to beat Blood at his own game,” said Old King Brady. “Who could have access to your room here?” “Only the maid and landlady,” replied Allerton. “Unless your next-door neighbor picked the lock.” “Do you think it?” “It is likely.” “I do not even know him beyond the fact that he is a private detective and his name is Scott.” The detectives winked hard. “Yes, yes!” said Harry. “Well, such fellows make no trouble in finding their way through any door.” “Do you think it possible?” “I am sure of it.” “But what could he enter my room for?” asked Allerton. “The answer we will give you speedily,” replied Old King Brady. “Overhaul your wardrobe. We must search every corner of this room.” “You puzzle me!” “Never mind. Do as I say!” “Oh, certainly!” The young cashier went through his wardrobe. To his horror a suit of clothes was found smeared with blood. In the coat pocket was a bloody knife. The detectives kept grimly at work. Other incriminating evidence was quickly produced. The young cashier was aghast. “I need only say,” he said, “that this is all very inexplicable to me.” “Indeed?” said Old King Brady. “How did these bloody clothes come in your room?” “I have not the slightest idea.” “Do you mean that?” “Yes, I do!” “Are they not yours?” “They are.” “How did the blood come upon them?” “I do not know.” Young Banks was like one dazed. “Gentlemen,” he said, earnestly, “I swear to you that I have committed no crime. How the blood came here is an intense mystery to me. Could anybody have placed it there to incriminate me?” Old King Brady’s face relaxed. “I’m glad you have come to your senses, young man,” he said. “Now you are getting near the mark.” “Do you know that such is the case?” asked Banks. “Yes,” replied Old King Brady. Banks was amazed. “All this is very strange and incomprehensible to me,” he said. “Can you kindly explain it all? With this, Old King Brady gave succinctly the facts in the case. Young Banks listened with surprise, horror and indignation. “And it is true that Evelyn was foully murdered?” he gasped. “I have had hopes until now. Oh, this is too dreadful! And it is all Blood’s work?” “Yes.” “Then I swear that he shall be brought to justice. He shall hang.”