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A Master of Mysteries

By L. One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:-- "My Dear Bell,-- "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme privacy." At the appointed hour I was shown into Mr. Edgcombe's private room. I had known him for years--we were, in fact, old friends--and I was startled now by the look of worry, not to say anxiety, on his usually serene features. "You are the very man I want, Bell," h