Marley looked eagerly at his visitor. A cold chill was playing up and down Steel's spine. Not to save his life could he account for those notes. "We will discuss that when the proper time comes," he said, with fine indifference. "As you please, sir. From information also received I took the case to Walen's, in West Street, and asked Mr. Walen if he had seen the case before. Pressed to identify it, he handed me a glass and asked me to find the figures (say) '1771. x 3,' in tiny characters on the edge. I did so by the aid of the glass, and Mr. Walen further proceeded to show me an entry in his purchasing ledger which proved that a cigar-case in gun-metal and diamonds bearing that legend had been added to the stock quite recently--a few weeks ago, in fact." "Well, what of that?" David asked, impatiently. "For all I know, the case might have come from Walen's. I said it came from a friend who must needs be nameless for services equally nameless. I am not going to deny that Walen was right." "I have not quite finished," Marley said, quietly. "Pressed as to when the case had been sold, Mr. Walen, without hesitation, said: 'Yesterday, for L72 15s.' The purchaser was a stranger, whom Mr. Walen is prepared to identify. Asked if a formal receipt had been given, Walen said that it had. And now I come to the gist of the whole matter. You saw Dr. Cross hand me a mass of papers, etc., taken from the person of the gentleman who was nearly killed in your house?" David nodded. His breath was coming a little faster. His quick mind had run on ahead; he saw the gulf looming before him. "Go on," said he, hoarsely, "go on. You mean to say that--" "That amongst the papers found in the pocket of the unfortunate stranger was a receipted bill for the very cigar-case that lies here on the table before you!" CHAPTER VI A POLICY OF SILENCE Steel dropped into a chair and gazed at Inspector Marley with mild surprise. At the same time he was not in the least alarmed. Not that he failed to recognise the gravity of the situation, only it appealed in the first instance to the professional side of his character. "Walen is quite sure?" he asked. "No possible doubt about that, eh?" "Not in the least. You see, he recognised his private mark at once, and Brighton is not so prosperous a place that a man could sell a L70 cigar-case and forget all about it--that is, a second case, I mean. It's most extraordinary." "Rather! Make a magnificent story, Marley." "Very," Marley responded, drily. "It would take all your well-known ingenuity to get your hero out of this trouble."