She went out of the room and returned with the “lid” which proved, on examination, to be a celluloid cap such as typists use to cover their keys. “Had Mr. Trasmere a typewriter?” “No, sir,” she answered, shaking her head, “not so far as I know. I have never seen one. As I say, I have only been that once into the house. The kitchen is built away from the living rooms, although it is connected; Mr. Trasmere gave strict orders that I was to keep to my kitchen.” Tab looked at the little cap which he held between his finger and thumb. It was undoubtedly part of a typist’s equipment, and yet Mr. Trasmere had never employed a typist. He always wrote to Rex in his own hand. “Are you sure nobody came during the day to take your master’s correspondence?” he asked. “No, I am perfectly sure Mr. Walters would have told me. He used to complain how dull it was because nobody came to the house at all and he was rather partial to young women, so I am sure I should have heard. Have they found Mr. Walters? I’m certain he didn’t do it.” Tab satisfied her on that point. “Do you know the Greens?” he asked, remembering just as he was on the point of leaving the house, the witnesses to the old man’s will. “No, sir, not really,” she said. “Mrs. Green was cook before me and I saw her once, the day I came, and Mr. Green too. They were a very nice couple and I don’t think the master treated them very well.” “Where are they now?” “I don’t know, sir,” she said. “I did hear that they had gone to Australia. They were middle-aged people, but very strong and healthy and Mr. Green was always talking about going to Australia where he was born and settling down there.” “Did Green or his wife have any hard feelings against Mr. Trasmere?” She hesitated. “Well, they naturally felt sore because they had been accused of thieving, and Mr. Green seemed to feel the disgrace terribly, especially when the master had their boxes searched because he had lost some valuable silver and a gold watch.” This was news to Tab. He had heard of the food pilfering, but he had not heard of the other losses. She could tell him very little more, except that Green had acted as a sort of butler. “Was Walters there at the time?” asked Tab. “Yes, sir; he was Mr. Trasmere’s valet. After Mr. Green went Mr. Walters was butler and valet, too.” Tab went straight to the office to write the story up to date, but he knew that it was a waste of labour, since some news was certain to come in before nightfall. The news editor was at his desk when he pushed open the big swing doors and came into the news room to report. “These front page crimes always come together in shoals,” complained the news editor bitterly. “I have another very good story--” “Well, give it to a good story writer,” said Tab. “This case is going to occupy not only my time, but the time of half-a-dozen men very fully indeed. What is the new sensation?” he asked sarcastically.