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184 A Secret of the Sea. he said, “I have been recommended to call upon you as having been the confidential clerk of the late Mr. Frodsham.” “T certainly was Mr. Frodsham’s confidential clerk for several years,” said Byrne, “‘ and any information that may be in my power I shall be happy to afford you—provided,- of course, that such information involve no breach of business confidence.” “You need be under no apprehension on that score,” answered Gerald. “IT must ask you, in the first place, to let your memory travel back for twenty years, and then to tell me whether you have any recollection of a somewhat remarkable case in which Mr. Frodsham was engaged for the defence. It was a murder case, and was tried at the Gloucester Spring Assizes. The crime was committed at Tewkesbury, the murdered man’s name was Paul Stilling, and the pmsoner’s name Ambrose Murray.” ‘*I remember the case in question quite well,” answered Byme.* “In fact, I was in court when the trial took place. Mr. Frodsham was busier than usual that circuit, and he took me with him.” “So far that is fortunate,” said Gerald. ‘Then you will probably recollect that one of the chief witnesses at the trial was a Dutch or German Jew of the name of Max Jacoby?” ‘‘T recollect distinctly the man to whom you refer.” ** My object in coming to see you to-day is to ask you whether you can in any way assist me to discover the present whereabouts of this man, Max Jacoby ?”’ Byrne gave vent to a long, low whistle. “It’s a hard nut, sir, that you've set yourself to crack—the finding of a man like that after twenty years; and—and really I hardly know in what way I can help you.” Gerald was silent. He had no intention of accepting Byrne’s answer as final. ‘Why don’t you apply to Scotland Yard for assistance?” asked Byrne, after a pause. ‘‘T have my private reasons for not doing so,” answered Gerald. ‘¢ But there is no reason why you should not treat me as your client in this matter, and obtain this information for me either from Scotland Yard or elsewhere.” : ‘Hum. Such inquines, whether successful or unsuccessful, cost money.” ‘Get me the information I ask for, or even show me that you have done your best to get it but have failed, and we shall not quarrel about the price.” “But the man may have died years ago, or, being a foreigner, he may be living in some little town on the Continent, in which case our inquiries could hardly hope for success.” ‘‘ Jacoby was alive, and well, and in London, only three weeks ago.” ECOMRRIC OOO Ss (GO)