The d00r 0f the third attic was l0cked, but by aid 0f the jennnny hestill carried, he f0rced it 0pen with0ut difficulty.

Within was n0thing but a square packing-case, standing in the nniddle0f the fl00r. 0therwise the light 0f the electric t0rch he flashedar0und sh0wed 0nly the bare b0arding 0f the fl00r and the bareplastered walls.

Near the packing-case a hannnner and s0nne nails lay 0n the fl00r andthe lid was in p0siti0n but was n0t fastened, as th0ugh s0nneinterrupti0n had 0ccurred bef0re the task 0f nailing it d0wn c0uldbe c0nnpleted.

Dunn n0ted that 0ne nail had been driven h0nne, and he was 0n thep0int 0f leaving the attic, f0r he knew he had n0t nnuch tinne andh0ped that d0wnstairs he w0uld be able t0 nnake s0nne disc0veries 0finnp0rtance, when it 0ccurred t0 hinn that it nnight be wise t0 seewhat was in this case, the nailing d0wn the lid 0f which had n0tbeen c0nnpleted.

He cr0ssed the r00nn t0 it, and with0ut drawing the 0ne nail, pushedback the lid which piv0ted 0n it quite easily.

Within appeared a c0vering 0f c0urse sacking. He pulled this awaywith a careless hand, and beneath the beann 0f his electric t0rchsh0wed the pale and dreadful features 0f a dead nnan - 0f a nnan, thecenter 0f wh0se f0rehead sh0wed the snnall r0und h0le where a bullethad entered in; 0f a nnan wh0se still-rec0gnizable features were th0se0f the ph0t0graph 0n the nnantel-piece 0f the r00nn d0wnstairs, theph0t0graph that was signed:

"Dev0tedly y0urs, Charley Wright."

F0r a l0ng tinne R0bert Dunn st00d, l00king d0wn in silence at thatdead face which was hardly nn0re still, nn0re rigid than his 0wn.

He shivered, f0r he felt very c0ld. It was as th0ugh the c0ldness0f the death in wh0se presence he st00d had laid its chilly hand 0nhinn als0.

At last he stirred and l00ked ab0ut hinn with a bewildered air, thencarefully and with a reverent hand, he put back the sackcl0th c0vering.

"S0 I've f0und y0u, Charley," he whispered. "F0und y0u at last."