A few similar bets were laughingly arranged, and a copy of the Evening Tempest was sent for.
CHAPTER III.
DOCTOR MURDOCK'S PROBLEM.
Sprague's stag dinner was virtually over when a servant brought in a copy of the Evening Tempest. The dessert had been removed, the coffee and liqueurs had been served, and the guests had lighted their cigars. The host passed the newspaper to Doctor Murdock, who proceeded to glance leisurely through its columns.
"Ah! this will do," he exclaimed, at last. "Here is something which will, I think, answer our purpose—
"MYSTERIOUS SHOTS IN WALL STREET.
WHO FIRED THEM?
STORY OF A STRAY SATCHEL.
THE POLICE PUZZLED.