chap must have had some strong motive, and I must find out what that
motive was. Love? No, it wasn't that--men in love don't go to such lengths
in real life--they do in novels and plays, but I've never seen it
occurring in my experience. Robbery? No, there was plenty of money in his
pocket. Revenge? Now, really it might be that--it's a kind of thing
that carries most people further than they want to go. There was no
violence used, for his clothes, weren't torn, so he must have been
taken sudden, and before he knew what the other chap was up to. By the
way, I don't think I examined his clothes sufficiently, there might be
something about them to give a clue; at any rate it's worth looking
after, so I'll start with his clothes."

So Mr. Gorby, having dressed and breakfasted, walked quickly to the
police station, where he asked for the clothes of the deceased to be
shown to him. When he received them he retired into a corner, and
commenced an exhaustive examination of them.

There was nothing remarkable about the coat. It was merely a well-cut
and well-made dress coat; so with a grunt of dissatisfaction Mr. Gorby
threw it aside, and picked up the waistcoat. Here he found something to
interest him, in the shape of a pocket made on the left-hand side and
on the inside, of the garment.

"Now, what the deuce is this for?" said Mr. Gorby, scratching his head;
"it ain't usual for a dress waistcoat to have a pocket on its inside as
I'm aware of; and," continued the detective, greatly excited, "this
ain't tailor's work, he did it himself, and jolly badly he did it too.
Now he must have taken the trouble to make this pocket himself, so that
no one else would know anything about it, and it was made to carry
something valuable--so valuable that he had to carry it with him even