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A half-hour had passed, and Sergeant Roper had returned to his seat at the high desk. The visitor stood with his back to the office fire, quite comfortable and at his ease. A certain confidence, a certain understanding, had been established, it was evident, between the two men. Presently the officer, who had been engaged in pencilling down on a sheet of paper certain hieroglyphics, which seemed to suggest in their arrangement a plan of battle, looked up, with the butt of the pencil tapping on his teeth.
"I admit, sir;" he said, "that your theory fits in nicely with my own suspicions. The object is what have always hipped me, and guessing wild were guessing nowhere. How did you come to think of it?"