"That is only because they are written with broad pen," interrupted
Muller, showing him the writing on the package; "here is the same
hand, but it is written with a fine hard pencil, and you can see
distinctly that this is a woman's handwriting. And besides, the
skin on a man's thumb does not show the fine markings that you can
see here on these bits of bread that have been used for seals."

The commissioner rose from his seat. "You may be right, Muller.
We will take for granted, then, that there is a woman in trouble.
It remains to be seen whether she is insane or not."

"Yes, that remains to be seen," said Muller dryly, as he reached
for his overcoat.

"You are going before you read what is in the notebook?" asked
Commissioner von Mayringen.

Muller nodded. "I want to see the wagon tracks before they are
lost; it may help me to discover something else. You can read the
book and make any arrangements you find necessary after that."

Muller was already wrapped in his overcoat. "Is it snowing now?"
He turned to Arnster.

"Some flakes were falling as I came here."

"All right. Come with me and show me the way." Muller nodded
carelessly to his superior officer, his mind evidently already
engrossed in thoughts of the interesting case, and hurried out
with Amster. The commissioner was quite satisfied with the state