he might repair it sufficiently to get home.

"Oh, don't bother about sewing it; I'll lend you one of mine,"
exclaimed Johann. "I'll carry this one home for you, for I'm not
going to stay here alone - I'd be afraid. I'm going to a friend's
house. You can find me there any time you need me. You'd better
take the key of the apartment and give it to the police."

The detective had no particular fondness for the task of sewing,
and he was glad to accept the valet's friendly offering. He was
rather astonished at the evident costliness of the garment the
young man handed him, and when he spoke of it, the valet could
not say enough in praise of the kindness of his late master. He
pulled out several other articles of clothing, which, like the
overcoat, had been given to him by Fellner. Then he packed up
a few necessities and announced himself as ready to start. He
insisted on carrying the torn coat, and Muller permitted it after
some protest. They carefully closed the apartment and the house,
and walked toward the centre of the city to the police station,
where Muller lived.

As they crossed the square, it suddenly occurred to Johann that he
had no tobacco. He was a great smoker, and as he had many days of
enforced idleness ahead of him, he ran into a tobacco shop to
purchase a sufficiency of this necessity of life.

Muller waited outside, and his attention was attracted by a large
grey Ulmer hound which was evidently waiting for some one within
the shop. The dog came up to him in a most friendly manner, allowed
him to pat its head, rubbed up against him with every sign of