"'There you have me,' said the Inspector, with a smile. 'I have been merely airing my views. I know of no case which can possibly be connected in any way with this suit of clothes, and we have too much to look after already without making much ado about nothing. If there were any grounds for supposing that it bore some relation to, say such a mystery as that of M. Felix, we should set to work at once, of course. No such luck, however. I sent for you really in the hope that you could throw a light upon the bundle of rubbish.' "'And you see that I cannot. I refuse to believe for one moment that it was thrown into the river by the lady I appeared for this morning.' "'Well,' said the inspector, 'there is no harm done.' "'Not the least. By the way, you made mention of the case of M. Felix. Has any progress been made in it?' "'We're not a step more forward than we were. Rather the other way, I should say, for in such cases every day in which an advance is not made marks a point backward. The strangest feature in M. Felix's case is what has become of the body. We have made every inquiry, and are still making them, all over the country, and can't find the slightest trace of it. Taking it altogether, it is about the strangest case in my experience.' "'And in mine,' said our reporter. "'Oh, yes,' said the inspector, with a keen look at our reporter, 'we know you have taken great interest in it, and I suppose have been about as successful as ourselves.' "'Just about as successful.' "'Your amateur detective,' observed the Inspector, with a certain scorn, 'considers himself a mighty clever gentleman, but he finds himself compelled in the end to take a back seat.' "'As I shall have to do,' said our reporter, good humoredly, 'but, as you say, there is no harm done; and you must remember that I am working in the interests of a great newspaper. I had an object in asking you whether you had made any progress in the case of M. Felix. A person of my acquaintance informed me that there was something being done in it to-day.' "'Whoever it was,' said the Inspector, 'must be dreaming.' "'Nothing has been found out?' "'Nothing.' "'And there is no inquiry in the police court relating to it?' "'None.' "'Thanks. Good-morning.'" CHAPTER XX. MRS. MIDDLEMORE IS VICTIMIZED. "Outside the court-house our reporter found Mrs. Middlemore still waiting. He took her by the arm, and led her unceremoniously away. Stopping on the opposite side of the road, he said to her: "'Now, Mrs. Middlemore, what brought you here?' "'I was sent for, sir,' she answered. "'By whom?' "'By the magerstate.' "'Where is the paper?' "'What paper, sir?' "'The summons.'