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It is not to be supposed that the murder of such a well-known City figure as Matthew Forfitt should pass without a deal of excited comment.
It was known pretty well now that the ordinary vulgar robbery was not the motive, or the notes in the safe would have been taken. The assassin had come for something--compromising papers of mortgages, perhaps--and he had probably found them. Mr. Forfitt was a methodical man, who kept a full list of all his holdings and securities, and, on an examination of this, nothing was found to be missing. Up to the day of the funeral the police had no clue, though Clifford felt quite sure that he could supply one without the slightest trouble.