"Think!" smiled the other, rising as the train slowed into Ludgate Hill. "You evidently have not seen this."
He handed his questioner an early edition of an evening paper, and with a terse "Good morning," left the carriage.
Glaringly displayed on the front page was the following:
WHO IS HE?
"We received early this morning the following advertisement, prepaid in cash, and insert it here by reason of the great interest which we feel sure it will possess for our readers:
"'On Behalf of the Poor Ones of the Embankment, I thank the following philanthropists for their generous donations:"
(Here followed a list of those guests of Mrs. Rohscheimer's who had been victimised upon the previous night, headed with the name of Julius Rohscheimer himself; and beside each name appeared an amount representing the value of the article, or articles, appropriated.)
"'They may rest assured that not one halfpenny has been deducted for working expenses. In fact, when the donations come to be realised the Operative may be the loser. But no matter. "Expend your money in pious uses, either voluntarily or by constraint."
"'(Signed) Séverac Bablon.'"
The paper was passed around in silence.