"Indeed?"
"He soon learned that officers of the law were all looking for a man with a large wart on the second joint of the little finger of the right hand. This fact made him nervous, and one night he severed the wart, and flung it from him, since which time he has breathed easier."
A low exclamation from the lips of Nell startled both men.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE STORY OF A WART.
"Nell, what is it?" questioned the surprised detective.
Harry regarded the girl with a queer smile. Perhaps he knew what had brought the exclamation to the lips of Miss Darrel.
"I know a man who has lost a wart," she said, slowly, a deepening pallor coming to her cheeks.
"His name?" questioned Dyke Darrel, eagerly.