paper; "I told you I had a clue. Now, Mr. Inspector, who wrote those figures?"
"The man you call Nikola, I suppose."
"That's right. Now who would have brought this newspaper? You must remember Thompson only left his box to come in here?"
"Nikola, I suppose."
"Very good. Then according to your own showing Nikola owned this piece of envelope and this Evening Mercury. If that is certain, look here!"
He came round and looked over my shoulder. I pointed to what was evidently part of the gummed edge of the top of the envelope. On it were these three important words, "swell Street, Woolahra."
"Well," he said, "what about it?"
"Why, look here!" I opened the Evening Mercury as I spoke and pointed to the stamp-mark at the bottom. "The man who bought this newspaper at Mr. Maxwell's shop also bought this envelope there. The letters 'swell' before street constitute the last half of Ipswell, the name of the street. If that man be Nikola, as we suspect, the person who served him is certain to remember him, and it is just within the bounds of possibility he may know his address."
"That's so," said the inspector, who was struck with the force of my argument. "I know Mr. Maxwell's shop, and our best plan will be to go on there as fast as we can."
Again thanking the landlord for his civility, we returned to our cab and once more set off, this time for Mr. Maxwell's shop in Ipswell Street. By the time we reached it it was nearly three o'clock, and was gradually growing light.
As the cab drew up alongside the curb the inspector
