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by whom； the knife had been purchased） we might as well have looked for the proverbial needle in the bundle of hay。 Our last resource was to have the knife photographed； with the inscribed side uppermost； and to send copies to every police…station in the kingdom。
At the same time we reckoned up Mr。 DelucI mean that we made investigations into his past lifeon the chance that he and the murdered man might have known each other； and might have had a quarrel； or a rivalry about a woman； on some former occasion。 No such discovery rewarded us。
We found Deluc to have led a dissipated life； and to have mixed with very bad company。 But he had kept out of reach of the law。 A man may be a profligate vagabond； may insult a lady； may say threatening things to her； in the first stinging sensation of having his face slappedbut it doesn't follow from these blots on his character that he has murdered her husband in the dead of the night。
Once more； then； when we were called upon to report ourselves； we had no evidence to produce。 The photographs failed to discover the owner of the knife； and to explain its interrupted inscription。 Poor Mrs。 Zebedee was allowed to go back to her friends； on entering into her own recognizance to appear again if called upon。 Articles in the newspapers began to inquire how many more murderers would succeed in baffling the police。 The authorities at the Treasury offered a reward of a hundred pounds for the necessary information。 And the weeks passed and nobody claimed the reward。
Our Inspector was not a man to be easily beaten。 More inquiries and examinations followed。 It is needless to say anything about them。 We were defeatedand there； so far as the police and the public were concerned； was an end of it。
The assassination of the poor young husband soon passed out of notice； like other undiscovered murders。 One obscure person only was foolish enough； in his leisure hours； to persist in trying to solve the problem of Who Killed Zebedee？ He felt that he might rise to the highest position in the police force if he succeeded where his elders and betters had failedand he held to his own little ambition； though everybody laughed at him。 In plain English； I was the man。
V。
WITHOUT meaning it； I have told my story ungratefully。
There were two persons who saw nothing ridiculous in my resolution to continue the investigation； single…handed。 One of them was Miss Mybus； and the other was the cook； Priscilla Thurlby。
Mentioning the lady first； Miss Mybus was indignant at the resigned manner in which the police accepted their defeat。 She was a little bright…eyed wiry woman； and she spoke her mind freely。
〃This comes home to me；〃 she said。 〃Just look back for a year or two。 I can call to mind two cases of persons found murdered in Londonand the assassins have never been traced。 I am a person； too； and I ask myself if my turn is not coming next。 You're a nice…looking fellow and I like your pluck and perseverance。 Come here as often as you think right； and say you are my visitor； if they make any difficulty about letting you in。 One thing more！ I have nothing particular to do； and I am no fool。 Here； in the parlors； I see everybody who comes into the house or goes out of the house。 Leave me your addressI may get some information for you yet。〃
With the best intentions； Miss Mybus found no opportunity of helping me。 Of the two； Priscilla Thurlby seemed more likely to be of use。
In the first place； she was sharp and active； and （not having succeeded in getting another situation as yet） was mistress of her own movements。
In the second place； she was a woman I could trust。 Before she left home to try domestic service in London； the parson of her native parish gave her a written testimonial； of which I append a copy。 Thus it ran：
〃I gladly recommend Priscilla Thurlby for any respectable employment which she may be competent to undertake。 Her father and mother are infirm old people； who have lately suffered a diminution of their income； and they have a younger daughter to maintain。 Rather than be a burden on her parents； Priscilla goes to London to find domestic employment； and to devote her earnings to the assistance of her father and mother。 This circumstance speaks for itself。 I have known the family many years； and I only regret that I have no vacant place in my own household which I can offer to this good girl；
（Signed） 〃HENRY DEERINGTON； Rector of Roth。〃
After reading those words； I could safely ask Priscilla to help me in reopening the mysterious murder case to some good purpose。
My notion was that the proceedings of the persons in Mrs。 Crosscapel's house had not been closely enough inquired into yet。 By way of continuing the investigation； I asked Priscilla if she could tell me anything which associated the housemaid with Mr。 Deluc。 She was unwilling to answer。 〃I may be casting suspicion on an innocent person；〃 she said。 〃Besides； I was for so short a time the housemaid's fellow servant〃
〃You slept in the same room with her；〃 I remarked； 〃and you had opportunities of observing her conduct toward the lodgers。 If they had asked you； at the examination； what I now ask； you would have answered as an honest woman。〃
To this argument she yielded。 I heard from her certain particulars； which threw a new light on Mr。 Deluc； and on the case generally。 On that information I acted。 It was slow work； owing to the claims on me of my regular duties； but with Priscilla's help； I steadily advanced toward the end I had in view。
Besides this； I owed another obligation to Mrs。 Crosscapel's nice…looking cook。 The confession must be made sooner or laterand I may as well make it now。 I first knew what love was； thanks to Priscilla。 I had delicious kisses； thanks to Priscilla。 And； when I asked if she would marry me； she didn't say No。 She looked； I must own； a little sadly； and she said： 〃How can two such poor people as we are ever hope to marry？〃 To this I answered： 〃It won't be long before I lay my hand on the clew which my Inspector has failed to find。 I shall be in a position to marry you； my dear； when that time comes。〃
At our next meeting we spoke of her parents。 I was now her promised husband。 Judging by what I had heard of the proceedings of other people in my position； it seemed to be only right that I should be made known to her father and mother。 She entirely agreed with me； and she wrote home that day to tell them to expect us at the end of the week。
I took my turn of night…duty； and so gained my liberty for the greater part of the next day。 I dressed myself in plain clothes； and we took our tickets on the railway for Yateland； being the nearest station to the village in which Priscilla's parents lived。
VI。
THE train stopped； as usual； at the big town of Waterbank。 Supporting herself by her needle； while she was still unprovided with a situation； Priscilla had been at work late in the nightshe was tired and thirsty。 I left the carriage to get her some soda…water。 The stupid girl in the refreshment room failed to pull the cork out of the bottle； and refused to let me help her。 She took a corkscrew； and used it crookedly。 I lost all patience； and snatched the bottle out of her hand。 Just as I drew the cork； the bell rang on the platform。 I only waited to pour the soda…water into a glassbut the train was moving as I left the refreshment room。 The porters stopped me when I tried to jump on to the step of the carriage。 I was left behind。
As soon as I had recovered my temper； I looked at the time…table。 We had reached Waterbank at five minutes past one。 By good luck； the next train was due at forty…four minutes past one； and arrived at Yateland （the next station） ten minutes afterward。 I could only hope that Priscilla would look at the time…table too； and wait for me。 If I had attempted to walk the distance between the two places； I should have lost time instead of saving it。 The interval before me was not very long； I occupied it in looking over the town。
Speaking with all due respect to the inhabitants； Waterbank （to other people） is a dull place。 I went up one street and down anotherand stopped to look at a shop which struck me； not from anything in itself； but because it was the only shop in the street with the shutters closed。
A bill was posted on the shutters； announcing that the place was to let。 The outgoing tradesman's name and business； announced in the customary painted letters； ran thus： _James Wycomb； Cutler； etc。_
For the first time； it occurred to me that we had forgotten an obstacle in our way； when we distributed our photographs of the knife。 We had none of us remembered that a certain proportion of cutlers might be placed； by circumstances； out of our reacheither by retiring from business or by becoming bankrupt。 I always carried a copy of the photograph about me； and I thought to myself； 〃Here is the ghost of a chance of tracing the knife to Mr。 Deluc！〃
The shop door was opened； after I had twice rung the bell； by an old man； very dirty and very deaf。 He said 〃You had better go upstairs； and speak to Mr。 Scorriertop of the house。〃
I put my lips to the old fellow's ear…trumpet； and asked who Mr。 Scorrier was。
〃Brother…in…law to Mr。 Wycomb。 Mr。 W
