yet this handkerchief was far too fine and delicate in texture to
belong to the sort of people who habitually passed along this
street. It must have something to do with the mysterious carriage.
It was still quite dry, and in spite of the fact that the wind had
been playing with it, it had been but slightly torn. It could
therefore have been in that position for a short time only. At
the nearest lantern Muller saw that the monogram on the handkerchief
was the same in style and initials as that on the notebook. It was
the letters A. L.




CHAPTER II

THE STORY OF THE NOTEBOOK


It was warm and comfortable in the little room where Muller sat.
He closed the windows, lit the gas, took off his overcoat - Muller
was a pedantically careful person - smoothed his hair and sat down
comfortably at the table. Just as he took up the little book, the
attendant brought the tea, which he proceeded at once to enjoy. He
did not take up his little book again until he had lit himself a
cigar. He looked at the cover of the dainty little notebook for
many minutes before he opened it. It was a couple of inches long,
of the usual form, and had a cover of brown leather. In the left
upper corner were the letters A. L. in gold. The leaves of the
book, about fifty in all, were of a fine quality of paper and
covered with close writing. On the first leaves the writing was