Ller ones at all events--having escaped my memory. When I was grown up, I stayed

All, again, to no purpose--the murderer had left no traces as
to his identity. However, one thing at least was established,
and that was the innocence of Dean Kelly and Denis O'Farroll.
They were both liberated. "Then Hartnoll, who seems to have been a
regular Sherlock Holmes, got to work in grim earnest. On the floor in
Maguire's room he picked
up a diminutive silver-topped pencil,

which had rolled under the fender and had so escaped observation. He
asked
several of Maguire's most intimate friends if they remembered seeing
the pencil-case in
Maguire's possession, but they shook their heads. He enquired in other
quarters, too, but with no better result, and finally resolved to ask
Brady, who belonged to quite a different set from himself. With that
object in view he set off to Brady's room shortly after supper. As
there was no response to his raps, he at length
opened Brady's door. In front of the hearth in a big easy chair sat a
figure. "'Brady, by all that's holy,' Hartnoll exclaimed. 'By Jupiter,
the
beggar's asleep. That's what comes of swotting too hard!
Brady!'
"Approaching the chair he