— — —Dr. Schoppe and two of his friends who had been his companions on the German steamer Der König von Bayern, passed down the corridor of the police station. A few paces behind them was the English lawyer, Peter Thorne, and the German Consul. They turned to the head of the stairs which led to the cells, where the doctor, who was protesting deeply but in a firm controlled voice against this insufferable indignity, was to be confined. They met Mr. Matchwell and some of his witnesses — the waiter from “Jarvis’s,” the servant girl from Great Hogarth Street. Robert Halliday exclaimed instantly:
“That’s him, or his twin brother.”
“Hush,” said Mr. Matchwell, sternly. “Hush.”
The little party disappeared into the cell and the detective asked the waiter:
“Now please, explain.”
“That’s him,”
