CHAPTER IV.--THE HOUND ON THE TRAIL.
That same afternoon two men walked into the entrance hall of the Rialto Hotel and enquired for the managing accountant.
There was a flutter of interest in the reception office, for, although in plain clothes, one of the men was recognised at once as Detective-Inspector Barnsley, of the South Australian Police. The features of the other were not familiar, but it was surmised instantly by the clerk that he was a detective, too, for he had policeman written all over him. Certainly he was not very tall, but his face was hard and impassive as became a sleuth-hound of the law, and he walked with the military precision of one who had for many years exercised in the barrack yard. He had big boots with thick soles, and he eyed everyone in true policeman fashio
