him--stooped, and, with his fingernail, lifted back the right-hand point of the diamond-shaped seal where it bordered a faint thread of blood on the man's forehead. There was a bull-like roar from the inspector, and he burst through the ring of reporters, and grabbed Jimmie Dale by the shoulder. "Here you, what in hell are you doing!" he spluttered angrily. Embarrassed and confused, Jimmie Dale drew back, glanced around, and smiled again a little sheepishly as his eyes rested on the red-flushed jowl of the inspector. "I--I wanted to see how it was stuck on," he explained inanely. "Stuck on!" bellowed Clayton. "I'll show you how it's STUCK on if you monkey around here! Don't you know any better than that! Where were you dragged up anyway? The coroner hasn't been here yet. You're a hot cub of a reporter, you are!" He turned to Carruthers. "Y'ought to get out printed instructions for 'em before you turn 'em loose!" he snapped. Carruthers' face was red with mortification. There was a grin, expanded, on the faces of the others. "Stand away from that bed!" roared Clayton at Jimmie Dale. "And if you go near it again, I'll throw you out of here bodily!" Jimmie Dale edged away, and, eyes lowered, fumbled nervously with the leaves of his notebook. Clayton grunted, glared at Jimmie Dale for an instant viciously--and resumed his story. "I was saying," he said, "that Metzer was to come to headquarters at eight o'clock this evening. Well, he didn't show up. That looked queer. It was mighty important business. We was after one of the biggest hauls we'd ever pulled off. I waited till nine o'clock, an hour ago, and I was getting nervous. Then, I started over here to find out what was the matter. When I got here I asked Moriarty if he'd seen Metzer. Moriarty said he hadn't since I was here before. He was a little suspicious that I had something on Metzer--see? Well, by pumping Moriarty, he admitted that Metzer had had a visitor about an hour after I left." "Who was it? Know what his name is, inspector?" asked one of the reporters quickly. Inspector Clayton winked heavily. "Don't be greedy boys," he grinned. "You mean you've got him?" burst out another one of the men excitedly. "Sure! Sure, I've got him." Inspector Clayton waved his fat hand airily. "Or I will have before morning--but I ain't saying anything more till it's over." He smiled significantly. "Well, that's about all. You've got the details right around you. I left Moriarty downstairs and came up here, and found just what you see--Metzer laying on the bed there, and the gray seal stuck on his forehead--and"--he ended abruptly--"I'll have the Gray Seal himself behind the bars by morning." A chorus of ejaculations rose from the reporters, while their pencils worked furiously. Then Jimmie Dale appeared to 

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