pleasure, and would not leave him even when he turned to go after
Johann came out of the shop. Still accompanied by the dog, the two
men walked on quite a distance, when a sharp whistle was heard
behind them, and the dog became uneasy. He would not leave them,
however, until a powerful voice called "Tristan!" several times.
Muller turned and saw that Tristan's master was a tall, stately man
wearing a handsome fur overcoat.

It was impossible to recognise his face at this distance, for the
snowflakes were whirling thickly in the air. But Muller was not
particularly anxious to recognise the stranger, as he had his head
full of more important thoughts.

When Johann had given his new address and remarked that he would
call for his coat soon, the men parted, and Muller returned to
the police station.

The next day the principal newspaper of the town printed the
following notice:

THE GOLDEN BULLET

It is but a few days since we announced to our readers the sad
news of the death of a beautiful woman, whose leap from her
window, while suffering from the agonies of fever, destroyed
the happiness of an unusually harmonious marriage. And now we
are compelled to print the news of another equally sad as well
as mysterious occurrence. This time, Fate has demanded the
sacrifice of the life of a capable and promising young man.
Professor Paul Fellner, a member of the faculty of our college,