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Ected with the murder of Leopold Winkler. The detective was very much
surprised and greatly excited. But Franz did not notice it, and indeed a
far keener observer than the slow-witted old butler might have failed to
see the sudden gleam which shot up in the grey eyes behind the heavy
spectacles, might have failed to notice the tightening of the lips
beneath the blond moustache, or the tenseness of the slight frame under
the assumed embonpoint. Muller's every nerve was tingling, but he had
himself completely in hand. "What do we owe you?" asked Franz. "They'll
send you a bill from the office. It won't amount to much. I must be
getting on now." Muller hastened out of the door and down the street to
the nearest cab stand. There were not very many cab stands in this
vicinity, and the detective reasoned that Mrs. Bernauer would naturally
have taken her cab from the nearest station. He had heard her return in
her carriage, presumably the same in which she had started out. There
was but one cab at the stand. Muller walked to it and laid his hand on
the door. "Oh, Jimmy! must I go out again?" asked the driver hoarsely.
"Can't you see the poor beast is all wet from the last ride? We've just
come in." He pointed with his whip to the tired-looking animal under his
blanket. "Why, he does look warm. You must have been making a tour out
into the country," said the blond gentleman in a friendly tone. "No,
sir, not quite so far as that. I've just taken a woman to the main
telegraph office in the city and back again. But she was in a hurry and
he's not a young horse, sir." "Well, never mind, then; I can get another
cab across the bridge," repli