He went eagerly down to McKenna’s office, wondering what surprise was in store. Gunther and McKenna were already in the latter’s private office, as he entered, and with the first look he took at the detective’s smiling countenance, he perceived that he must be on the track of something significant. "We were discussing Mrs. Kildair’s engagement," said Gunther. "McKenna agrees with me that it will expedite matters wonderfully." "How did Slade manage it?" said Beecher at once. The detective, without answering, went to his desk and picked up a square of cardboard on which he had pasted two clippings from the newspapers, one the announcement signed by Gunther, Sr., Marx and Fontaine, giving notice of their support of the Associated Trust, and the other the bare announcement of the prospective marriage of John G. Slade and Mrs. Rita Kildair. "I am going to preserve this and hang it up over my mantelpiece," he said, looking at it thoughtfully, "and when I have an idle hour, I’ll stretch out, smoke up and study it. A couple of million people must have seen that—and that’s all they’ll ever know." "And you?" "I can only—deduce," he said, a twinkle in his eye. He glanced at the clock and said hurriedly: "Now we must get down to business. I am expecting some one in half an hour who ought to particularly interest you." "You know who took the ring!" said Beecher instantly. "I know several things," said McKenna briskly; "but everything in place. I promised you gentlemen, as you are interested in those things, a little history of the party that was at Mrs. Kildair’s that night. It’s nothing as literary style goes—just facts. Here it is. I’ll skip the personal descriptions." He took up a bundle of notes, seated himself on the corner of the flat desk, and began to read: