spectable appearance."

Mrs. Bunting walked forward. She gave a long, fluttering sigh of
unutterable relief.

"There's the chap!" said Joe Chandler triumphantly. "And now, Miss
Daisy"--he turned to her jokingly, but there was a funny little
tremor in his frank, cheerful-sounding voice--"if you knows of any
nice, likely young fellow that answers to that description--well,
you've only got to walk in and earn your reward of five hundred
pounds."

"Five hundred pounds!" cried Daisy and her father simultaneously.

"Yes. That's what the Lord Mayor offered yesterday. Some private
bloke--nothing official about it. But we of the Yard is barred
from taking that reward, worse luck. And it's too bad, for we has
all the trouble, after all."

"Just hand that bit of paper over, will you?" said Bunting. "I'd
like to con it over to myself."

Chandler threw over the bit of flimsy.

A moment later Bunting looked up and handed it back. "Well, it's
clear enough, isn't it?"

"Yes. And there's hundreds--nay, thousands--of young fellows
that might be a description of," said Chandler sarcastically. "As
a pal of mine said this morning, 'There isn't a chap will like to
carry a newspaper parcel after this.' And it won't do to have a
respectable appearance--eh?"

Daisy's voice rang out in merry, pealing laughter. She greatly
appreciated Mr. Chandler's witticism.

"Why on earth didn't the people who saw him try and catch him?"
asked Bunting suddenly.

And Mrs. Bunting broke in, in a lower voice, "Yes, Joe--that seems
odd, don't it?"

Joe Chandler coughed. "Well, it's this way," he said. "No one
person did see all that. The man who's described here is just made
up from the description of two different folk who think they saw
him. You see, the murders must have taken place--well, now, let
me see--perhaps at two o'clock this last time. Two o'clock--
that's the idea. Well, at such a time as that not many people are
about, especially on a foggy night. Yes, one woman declares she
saw a young chap walking away from the spot where 'twas done; and
another one--but that was a good bit later--says The Avenger
passed by her. It's mostly her they're following in this 'ere
description. And then the boss who has charge of that sort of
thing looked up what other people had said--I mean when the other
crimes was committed. That's how he made up this 'Wanted.'"

"Then The Avenger may be quite a different sort of man?" said
Bunting slowly, disapp