further mention of what you saw in the street under our windows
last night. The doctors find no bullet in the wound. This
clears Mr. Brotherson."



V

SWEET LITTLE MISS CLARKE


When we took our seats at the breakfast-table, it was with the
feeling of being no longer looked upon as connected in any way with
this case. Yet our interest in it was, if anything, increased, and
when I saw George casting furtive glances at a certain table behind
me, I leaned over and asked him the reason, being sure that the
people whose faces I saw reflected in the mirror directly before us
had something to do with the great matter then engrossing us. His
answer conveyed the somewhat exciting information that the four
persons seated in my rear were the same four who had been reading
at the round table in the mezzanine at the time of Miss Challoner's
death.

Instantly they absorbed all my attention, though I dared not give
them a direct look, and continued to observe them only in the glass.

"Is it one family?" I asked.

"Yes, and a very respectable one. Transients, of course, but very
well known in Denver. The lady is not the mother of the boys, but