it before any court will
accept my belief. This proof must be hidden somewhere. The thing for me
to do is to find it."

The evidence gathered at the time of the death went to show that Siders
had been paid a considerable sum in cash for the sale of his property at
Grunau. And there was no trace of his having deposited this sum in any
bank in G---- or in Grunau, in both of which places he had deposited
other securities. Therefore the money had presumably been in his room
at the time of his death. A search had been made for this money in every
possible place of concealment among the dead man's belongings, and it
had not been found. Muller asked the Police Commissioner to give him the
key to the rooms, which were still officially closed, and also the keys
to the dead man's pieces of baggage. Commissioner Lange seemed to think
all this extra search quite unnecessary, as it did not occur to him that
anything else was to be looked for except the money.

It was quite late when Muller began his examination of the dead man's
effects. He was struck by the fact that there was scarcely a bit of
paper to be found anywhere, no letters, no business papers, except bank
books showing the amount of his securities in the bank in G---- and in
Grunau, and giving facts about some investments in Chicago. There was
nothing of more recent date and no personal correspondence whatever. The
same was true of the pockets of the suit Siders had been wearing at the
time of his death. A man of any property or position at all in the world
gathers about him so much of this kind of material that its absence
shows premeditation. The suit Siders had been wearing when he was killed
was lying on the table in the room. It was a plain grey business suit
of good cut and material. The body had been prepared for burial in
a beseeming suit of black. Muller made a careful examination of the
clothes, and found only what the police reports showed him had already
been found by the examination made by the local authorities. Upon a
second careful examination, however, he found that in one of the vest
pockets there was a little extra pocket, like a change pocket, and in
it he found a crumpled piece of paper. He took it out, smoothed and read
it. It was a post office receipt for a registered letter. The date was
still clear, but the name of the person to whom the letter had been
addressed was illegible. The creases of the paper and a certain
dampness, as if it had been in