“Cui bono? No.”

    ure t of tomed to rest my ing, to prevent t  o tell; but somet ook it up c t a glance at me, inexpressibly peculiar, and quite incompre seemed to take and make note of every point in my s traversed all, quick, keen as liged, as if to speak: but ence,  was.

    “ is tter?” I asked.

    “Noterously tear a narro disappeared in y nod and “good- afternoon,” he vanished.

    “ell!” I exclaimed, using an expression of trict, “t caps the globe, however!”

    I, in my turn, scrutinised t sa save a feains of paint int in my pencil. I pondered tery a minute or t finding it insolvable, and being certain it could not be of muc, I dismissed, and soon forgot it.