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HE went carefully through the pockets. There was a pair of stained leather gloves in one, and in the other a carton of cigarettes, half filled, and a box of wooden matches. The inside pocket produced a more important clue: he found a folded paper and a small pocket-book. He opened the paper and whistled. It was a page torn from his case-book -- the page on which he had copied out the inscription on Lew Daney's gold cigarette case.
So this intruder was the man who had entered his room on the previous night and searched his belongings for something -- and what that something was he now knew. It was the case.