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"Very well; no occupation," and then there was a silence of some minutes, only broken by the hissing of the flaring gas-jet, and the monotonous scratching of the inspector's quill.

"Sign your names," he commanded, when he had finished; and the two constables who had arrested me appended their signatures.

"Now, prisoner," said the inspector, as he blotted the charge-sheet, "you are charged with breaking and entering the dwelling-house, Number 4, Angel Court, Drury Lane, for the purpose of committing a felony. I must caution you that any statement you make will be taken down and used as evidence against you."

"I don't see how I can be suspected of a felony when the place is unoccupied," I replied.

"You must leave that point to be decided to-morrow by the magistrate. A man don't break into a house for nothing."

"Two days ago a man died in that house, and I was searching for his body in order to give you information," I said.

"That can't be true, sir," interposed one of the men. "The house hasn't been lived in for a year or more."

"Well, if a man died there a couple of days ago there would be surely be some furniture, or some traces of habitation. When he's in the cell, go and examine the premises thoroughly."

"Very well, sir," the man answered.

"Now," said the inspector, turning to me, "have you anything more to say?"

"Nothing; I've told you the truth."

"Turn out your pockets. We'll take care of your valuables," he said laying stress on the last word, as if it were not likely my possessions were worth much.

The constable lifted the bar allowing me to step from the dock, and I went to a small table and commenced placing the contents of my pockets thereon. Some silver, my pocket-book, penknife, pencil-case, and other articles I produced, each of which were examined by the two men.

The pocket-book, one that Vera had given me, attracted the most curiosity, and one of them opened it and commenced reading my memoranda, also scrutinising the various papers and cards therein.

"Hulloa, what's this?" he suddenly exclaimed, holding a piece of paper nearer his eyes and examining it carefully. The e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n caused the other constable to peer over his shoulder, while the inspector rose and walked towards them.

It was then only that I recognised the horrifying reality. It was the fatal seal, the one given me by the strange man, now dead, that they had discovered? "Why, great Heavens!" cried the inspector, as he took the paper from the man's hand, "don't you see? It's the seal that puzzled us so last year!"

"Good G.o.d? so it is!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed both the men almost simultaneously, a look of abject astonishment upon their faces.

The inspector lifted his eyes from the seal and glanced at me keenly.

He had been thoroughly taken by surprise at the discovery, but did not lose his head.

"Warner," he said, hastily, addressing one of the men, "go round to the superintendent and ask him to come here at once."

"Right, sir!" and, swinging his cape around his shoulders, the man departed.

"Richards, remain here with the prisoner," he added, as he turned and left the charge-room also.

A few moments later the sharp ring of the telegraph bell in the outer office broke upon my ear, followed by the whirr and click of the instrument; and with a sinking heart I knew that information of my capture was being flashed to Scotland Yard.

For myself I cared nothing. I had never told Vera of my connection with that series of mysterious crimes that had startled the country, and was only thinking of the means by which I could still keep her in ignorance of the facts.

I had given a fict.i.tious name and refused my address; if I were firm and careful not to commit myself I might still be able to keep my ident.i.ty a secret.

What a fool I had been, thought I, not to have left the seal in the cash-box, as I first intended, and this reflection brought with it another, more maddening, when I remembered that, although I was bearing this oppression and mental torture for Vera's sake, nevertheless I had found a portion of a seal at Elveham, identical with that which had produced such a consternation among the police.

Again I was seized with that horrible apprehension that Vera wished to rid herself of me, and the seal I found in my library was to have been placed on the next victim--myself!

Why should I not make a clean breast of the matter to the inspector?

Vera had already proved herself base and treacherous. For her I had suffered enough in that Russian dungeon, at the horrors of which I involuntarily shuddered, even then. Were I to give my right name the suspicion could easily be removed, and I should be a free man. I was wavering. I own I felt almost inclined to do it. Then I reflected that my wife must know the secret of the seal, and that in the event of my release detectives would be busy. What if it were traced to her and she stood in the position I then was? No, I decided to conceal my ident.i.ty, come what might, for I had not forgotten the promise I made her before we parted.

In a couple of weeks her explanation would be forthcoming, and in the meantime the police might do their worst.

Presently the inspector returned, and I was taken to a small room leading from the charge-room.

"How did this seal come into your possession?" the officer asked sharply.

"It was given to me."

"By whom?"

"By a man who is dead."

"What was his name?"

"I do not know."

"You don't know; or you won't tell me, which?"

"I have already answered."

"We shall want to know more than that," he said, ominously.

"Unsatisfactory as my answer may be it is nevertheless a fact," I replied.

"You expect us to believe it?" he asked with a suspicious smile.

"Discredit it if you like, it's all the same to me," I replied rather disinterestedly, after which the officer turned on his heel and left.

I sank upon a chair in a semi-exhausted state, and tried to think of some way out of this maze, for I could plainly see none of my statements appeared to have even the elements of truth.

The constable stood silently at the door, his arms folded, his gaze fixed upon me. He was watching me, fearing, perhaps, lest I should attempt suicide to escape justice.

Shortly afterwards three men entered, accompanied by the inspector. Two were detectives--I knew them at a glance--the other a tall, dark man, with curled moustaches, pointed beard, and a pair of keen grey eyes. He spoke with authority, in a sharp, abrupt tone, and, as I afterwards, discovered, I was correct in thinking him the superintendent of that division of Metropolitan police.

"I understand you give a false name, refuse your address, and decline to say how you came possessed of this seal?" he said to me.

"The seal was given me by a man who is dead," I repeated, calmly.

"Has that man any relations living?"

"I don't know."

"What evidence can you bring to corroborate your statement that it was given to you?"

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