I thanked him warmly with tears in my eyes.

"And there is one point in your story," he went on, "to which I, who

have seen a good deal of such doubtful cases, attach the very highest

importance. You say that gold clippings, pronounced to be similar in

character to the gold Wulfric, were found shortly after by a cleaner at

the Museum on the cocoa-nut matting of the floor where the coin was

examined by you?"

I nodded, blushing crimson. "That," I said, "seems to me the strangest

and most damning circumstance against me in the whole story."

"Precisely," the Governor answered quietly. "And if what you say is the

truth (as I believe it to be), it is also the circumstance which best

gives us a clue to use against the real culprit. The person who stole

the coin was too clever by half, or else not quite clever enough for his

own protection. In manufacturing that last fatal piece of evidence

against you he was also giving you a certain clue to his own identity."

"How so?" I asked, breathless.

"Why, don't you see? The thief must in all probability have been

somebody connected with the Museum. He must have seen you comparing the

Wulfric with your own coin. He must have picked it up and carried it

off secretly at the moment you dropped it. He must have clipped the

coin to manufacture further hostile evidence. And he must have dropped

the clippings afterwards on the cocoa-nut matting in the same gallery on

purpose in order to heighten the suspicion against you."

"You are right," I cried, brightening up at the luminous

suggestion--"you are right, obviously. And there is only one man who

could have seen and heard enough to carry out this abominable

plot--Mactavish!"

"Well, find him out and prove the case against him, Mr. Tait," the

Governor said warmly, "and if you send him here to us I can promise you

that he will be well taken care of."

I bowed and thanked him, and was about to withdraw, but he held out his

hand to me with perfect frankness.

"Mr. Tait," he said, "I can't let you go away so. Let me have your hand

in token that you bear us no grudge for the way we have treated you

during your unfortunate imprisonment, and that I, for my part, am

absolutely satisfied of the truth of your statement."

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