when he wore evening clothes. Ah! here's a tear on the side nearest the
outside of the waistcoat; something has been pulled out roughly. I
begin to see now. The dead man possessed something which the other man
wanted, and which he knew the dead one carried about with him. He
sees him drunk, gets into the cab with him, and tries to get
what he wants. The dead man resists, upon which the other kills him by
means of the chloroform which he had with him, and being afraid that
the Gab will stop, and he will be found out, snatches what he wants out
of the pocket so quickly that he tears the waistcoat and then makes
off. That's clear enough, but the question is, What was it he wanted? A
case with jewels? No! It could not have been anything so bulky, or the
dead man would never have carried it about inside his waistcoat. It was
something Hat, which could easily lie in the pocket--a paper--some
valuable paper which the assassin wanted, and for which he killed the
other."

"This is all very well," said Mr. Gorby, throwing down the
waistcoat, and rising. "I have found number two before number one. The
first question is: Who is the murdered man. He's a stranger in
Melbourne, that's pretty clear, or else some one would have been sure
to recognise him before now by the description given in the reward.
Now, I wonder if he has any relations here? No, he can't, or else they
would have made enquiries, before this. Well, there's one thing
certain, he must have had a landlady or landlord, unless he slept in
the open air. He can't have lived in an hotel, as the landlord of any
hotel in Melbourne would have recognised him from the description,
especially when the whole place is ringing with the murder. Private
lodgings more like, and a landlady who doesn't read the papers and
doesn't gossip, or she'd have known all about it by this time. Now, if
he did live, as I think, in private lodgings, and suddenly disappeared,