placed by the handsome cripple?"

"Certainly, he did. I saw the signal pass directly Fenwick asked for a
wooden match; that funny little waiter was palpably waiting for the
silver box, and as soon as he placed it on Fenwick's table, he discreetly
vanished. But, as I said before, I would give considerable to know what
was in that box."

"Well, go and see," Venner said grimly. "Unless my eyes deceive me, the
box is still lying on Fenwick's table. In his fright, he forgot all about
it, and there isn't a waiter among the whole lot, from the chief
downwards, who has a really clear impression of what the offence was. If
you take my advice, you will go and have a peep into that box when you
get the chance. Don't tell me what you find, because I will guess that."

Gurdon crossed over to the other table, and took the box up in his hand.
He pulled the slide out and glanced at the contents with a puzzled
expression of face. Then he dropped the box again, and came back to
Venner with a look on his face as if he had been handling something more
than usually repulsive.

"You needn't tell me what it is," Venner said. "I know quite as well as
you do. Inside that box is a dried up piece of flesh, some three inches
long--in other words a mummified human forefinger."




CHAPTER III