d**k GORDON phoned across to headquarters, and Elk reported immediately.
“I’ve discovered six good get-away bags, and each one is equipped as completely and exactly as the one we found at King’s Cross.”
“No clue as to the gentleman who deposited them?”
“No, sir, not so much as a clue. We’ve tested them all for finger-prints, and we’ve got a few results; but as they have been handled by half a dozen attendants, I don’t think we shall get much out of it. Still, we can but try.”
“Elk, I would give a few years of my life to get to the inside of this Frog mystery. I’m having Lola shadowed, though I shouldn’t think she’d be in that lot. I know of nobody who looks less like a tramp than Lola Bassano! Lew has disappeared, and when I sent a man round this morning to discover what had happened t
