he residence of Mr. Mitchel. Here he found Williams, and imparted to that faithful servant the news of his master's death, and then inquired the address of the family abroad, that he might notify them by cable, before they might read the bald statement in a newspaper.
"As they only sailed a week ago to-day," said Williams, "they're hardly more than due in London. I'll go up to the master's desk and get the address of his London bankers."
As Williams turned to leave the room, he started back amazed at the sound of a bell.
"That's the master's bell, Inspector! Someone is in his room! Come with me!"
The two men bounded upstairs, two steps at a time, and Williams threw open the door of Mr. Mitchel's boudoir, and then fell back against Mr. Barnes, crying:
"The master himself!"
Mr. Barnes looked over the man's shoulders, and could scarcely believe his eyes when he observed Mr. Mitchel, alive and well, brushing his hair before a mirror.
"I've rung for you twice, Willi