that cab ahead," the commissioner told his driver. The second cab
followed the one-horse coupe in which Muller was seated. They drove
first to No. 14 Cathedral Lane, where Muller told Berner to come
with him. He found Mr. Fellner ready to go also, and it was with
great difficulty that he could dissuade the invalid, who was greatly
fatigued by his morning visit to the police station, from joining
them.

The carriages then drove off more quickly than before. It was now
quite dark, a gloomy stormy winter evening. Muller had taken his
place on the box of his cab and sat peering out into the darkness.
In spite of the sharp wind and the ice that blew against his face the
detective could see that they were going out from the more closely
built up portions of the city, and were now in new streets with
half-finished houses. Soon they passed even these and were outside
of the city. The way was lonely and dreary, bordered by wooden
fences on both sides. Muller looked sharply to right and to left.

"You should have become alarmed here," he said to the driver,
pointing to one part of the fence.

"Why?" asked the man.

"Because this is where the window was broken."

"I didn't know that - until I got home."

"H'm; you must have been nicely drunk."

The driver murmured something in his beard.