“That will—Mr. Bathurst! You must have noticed how young Stewart kept away from it all the time during lunch—yet I’ll swear it was the only thing that he was really thinking about. I can’t help feeling that that will contains the key to the whole business!” He made the statement emphatically, and watched Anthony’s face carefully to see the effect of his words. But Mr. Bathurst’s face remained impassive. “What do you think, yourself?” persisted Goodall—definitely putting the opinion to the test. “I think it certainly had something to do with the _second_ murder,” conceded Anthony. “But possibly not altogether in the way you think.” He turned the subject. “What about that Personal message in the ‘Telegraph,’ Goodall? You never told me what you made of it.” The Inspector fished out a newspaper cutting. “I certainly must congratulate you again over that, Mr. Bathurst,” he declared. “The telephone number mentioned is assuredly that of Blanchard’s Hotel—though I don’t altogether see how you got on to it—the ‘M. S.’ _could_ also be linked up with the affair to read ‘Mary Stuart,’ but even there——” Anthony cut in. “I was actually looking for something of the sort,” he confessed. “I had thought previously that the ‘Agony Column’ might very probably prove to be one of their most likely means of communication! The combination of ‘M. S.’ and ‘Both-well’ was too strong a coincidence to be passed over without investigation.” He paused to see how the Inspector would take this last remark. Goodall’s eyes opened! “Well, I’m blessed,” he exclaimed. “I see now what you mean—I’m afraid I missed the second point—that was real smart now.” Peter held out his hand for the paragraph, which he read with interest. Interest which was all the more intense on account of the explanation that had preceded it. Anthony’s next words brought both him and the Inspector to a keener alertness. “Make sure your revolver’s in working order, Daventry, and you, Inspector, keep those handcuffs close to you. I sha’n’t ask you to wait very much longer now. I want to have a chat with Stewart this evening before the funeral to-morrow morning—then all we shall have to do will be to await events. Somehow I don’t think we shall be kept in suspense very long. Our birds are a bit impatient _now_ I fancy.” The door opened suddenly to admit Morgan Llewellyn. “You’re wanted on the telephone, Inspector Goodall,” he announced. “In the hall.” Goodall disappeared quickly.