Bryce, who had half-turned in the direction of the Library, at
the other side of the Close, turned round again.

"Do you know if your people are doing anything about
identifying the dead man?" he asked. "Did you hear anything
at noon?"

"Nothing but that there'll be inquiries through the
newspapers, sir," replied the policeman. "That's the surest
way of finding something out. And I did hear Inspector
Mitchington say that they'd have to ask the Duke if he knew
anything about the poor man--I suppose he'd let fall something
about wanting to go over to Saxonsteade."

Bryce went off in the direction of the Library thinking. The
newspapers?--yes, no better channel for spreading the news.
If Mr. John Braden had relations and friends, they would learn
of his sad death through the newspapers, and would come
forward. And in that case--

"But it wouldn't surprise me," mused Bryce, "if the name given
at the Mitre is an assumed name. I wonder if that theory of
Archdale's is a correct one?--however, there'll be more of
that at the inquest tomorrow. And in the meantime--let me
find out something about the tomb of Richard Jenkins, or
Jenkinson--whoever he was."

The famous Library of the Dean and Chapter of Wrychester was
housed in an ancient picturesque building in one corner of the