The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow | Page 7

bad found.
"Is that all?" murmured the commissioner, as if disappointed.
"That is all," repeated the detective calmly, and added, "That is a good
deal. We have here a closely written notebook, the contents of which,
judging by your excitement, are evidently important. We have also a

handkerchief with an unusual perfume on it. I repeat that this is quite
considerable. Besides this, we have the seals, and we know several
other things. I believe that we can save this lady, of if it be too late, we
can avenge her at least."
The commissioner looked at Muller in surprise. "We are in a city of
more than a million inhabitants," he said, almost timidly.
"I have hunted criminals in two hemispheres, and I have found them,"
said Muller simply. The young commissioner smiled and held out his
hand. "Ah, yes, Muller - I keep forgetting the great things you have
done. You are so quiet about it."
"What I have done is only what any one could do who has that
particular faculty. I do only what is in human power to do, and the
cleverest criminal can do no more. Besides which, we all know that
every criminal commits some stupidity, and leaves some trace behind
him. If it is really a crime which we have found the trace of here, we
will soon discover it." Muller's editorial "we" was a matter of formality.
He might with more truth have used the singular pronoun.
"Very well, then, do what you can," said the commissioner with a
friendly smile.
The older man nodded, took the book and its wrappings from the desk,
and went into a small adjoining room.
The commissioner sent for an attendant and gave him the order to fetch
a pot of tea from a neighbouring saloon. When the tray arrived, he
placed several good cigars upon it, and sent it in to Muller. Taking a
cigar himself, the commissioner leaned back in his sofa corner to think
over this first interesting case of his short professional experience. That
it concerned a lady in distress made it all the more romantic.
In his little room the detective, put in good humour by the thoughtful
attention of his chief, sat down to read the book carefully. While he
studied its contents his mind went back over his search in the silent
street outside.

He and Amster had hurried out into the raw chill of the night, reaching
the spot of the first discovery in about ten or fifteen minutes. Muller
found nothing new there. But he was able to discover in which
direction the carriage had been going. The hoof marks of the single
horse which had drawn it were still plainly to be seen in the snow.
"Will you follow these tracks in the direction from which they have
come?" he asked of Amster. "Then meet me at the station and report
what you have seen."
"Very well, sir," answered the workman. The two men parted with a
hand shake.
Before Muller started on to follow up the tracks in the other direction,
he took up one of the larger pieces' of glass. "Cheap glass," he said,
looking at it carefully. "It was only a hired cab, therefore, and a
one-horse cab at that."
He walked on slowly, following the marks of the wheels. His eyes
searched the road from side to side, looking for any other signs that
might have been left by the hand which had thrown the package out of
the window. The snow, which had been falling softly thus far, began to
come down in heavier flakes, and Muller quickened his pace. The
tracks would soon be covered, but they could still be plainly seen. They
led out into the open country, but when the first little hill had been
climbed a drift heaped itself up, cutting off the trail completely.
Muller stood on the top of this knoll at a spot where the street divided.
Towards the right it led down into a factory suburb; towards the left the
road led on to a residence colony, and straight ahead the way was open,
between fields, pastures and farms, over moors, to another town of
considerable size lying beside a river. Muller knew all this, but his
knowledge of the locality was of little avail, for all traces of the
carriage wheels were lost.
He followed each one of the streets for a little distance, but to no
purpose. The wind blew the snow up in such heaps that it was quite
impossible to follow any trail under such conditions.

With an expression of impatience Muller gave up his search and turned
to go back again. He was hoping that Amster might have had better
luck. It was not possible to find the goal towards