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[Tobia M. <pro...@ra...>]

Imidly. "I have hunted criminals in two hemispheres, and I have found
them," said Muller simply. The young commissioner smiled and held out
his hand. "Ah, yes, Muller--I keep forgetting the great things you have
done. You are so quiet about it." "What I have done is only what any one
could do who has that particular faculty. I do only what is in human
power to do, and the cleverest criminal can do no more. Besides which,
we all know that every criminal commits some stupidity, and leaves some
trace behind him. If it is really a crime which we have found the trace
of here, we will soon discover it." Muller's editorial "we" was a matter
of formality. He might with more truth have used the singular pronoun.
"Very well, then, do what you can," said the commissioner with a
friendly smile. The older man nodded, took the book and its wrappings
from the desk, and went into a small adjoining room. The commissioner
sent for an attendant and gave him the order to fetch a pot of tea from
a neighbouring saloon. When the tray arrived, he placed several good
cigars upon it, and sent it in to Muller. Taking a cigar himself, the
commissioner leaned back in his sofa corner to think over this first
interesting case of his short professional experience. That it concerned
a lady in distress made it all the more romantic. In his little room the
detective, put in good humour by the thoughtful attention of his chief,
sat down to read the book carefully. While he studied its contents his
mind